Friday, April 11, 2014

Poetry Friday - Forgiving Buckner

I know that spring is truly on it's way, not because of the buds that seem to be opening daily, but because Major League Baseball has returned! Can baseball be the true harbinger of spring? On some days I think so. In honor of the return of baseball I've been reading some wonderful poems of the game. Here's one of them.

Forgiving Buckner
by John Hodgen

The world is always rolling between our legs.
It comes for us, dribbler, slow roller,
humming its goat song, easy as pie.

We spit in our gloves, bend our stiff knees,
keep it in front of us, our fathers' advice,
but we miss it every time, its physic, its science,
and it bleeds on through, blue streak, heart sore,
to the four-leaf clovers deep in right field.

Read the poem in its entirety.

Do check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Michelle Barnes at Today's Little Ditty. Happy poetry Friday friends.


  1. Hi Tricia, opening day here in Denver was fraught with worry because we had snow the day before. Luckily the weather turned & it was sunny and "okay". FYI-the Poetry Friday is not at my blog today but at Michelle Barnes' Today's Little Ditty:

  2. "The world is always rolling between our legs." <-- Maybe this is why I was never interested in baseball. Too much pressure... I never had a fighting chance. Thanks for sharing, Tricia.

  3. Very nice. It's the first I'm hearing of this poet, thank you for sharing. :)