THEY have waited—waited yonder for their Captain of the past, And the time was long in passing—but the Captain comes at last— He has joined his old companions, mighty victors in the fray, Men who stood beside their leader in an old and glorious day! Clarkson, king of the pitchers; Williamson, loved of the fan, Flint, McCormick and Corcoran, "the smart little bit of a man"— Burns and Goldsmith and Pettit—ah, but the crowds loved them well— Sullivan, Darling and Luby—and the greatest of idols, King Kel! Such were the men he commanded, kings in the grand game of ball— He was the first and oldest—yet he out-lasted them all! He coped with Rusie and Radbourne, he met the swift shots of Keefe— All of them tested his mettle—all of them yielded in grief— His was a named filled with magic—his was a wonderful prime— Warrior and masterful leader, lord of glorious time! Honest and loyal and kindly—a big man, tender and true— Such was the towering commander—such was The Captain we knew! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN THE PETRIFIED FERN by MARY LYDIA BOLLES BRANCH FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER UNREALITY by MERCEDES DE ACOSTA ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE |