Tuesday, June 9, 2015

The Umpire



Who stands like granite on the dirt
When someone’s sore because he’s hurt?
     The umpire.
Who faces foes and baseball crooks,
No matter how or where he looks?
     The umpire.
Who is the butt of joke and jest,
Who always does as he thinks best,
Who bears the faults of all the rest?
     The umpire.

But then, who knows the mighty game,
Who’s got ‘em all beat out for fame?
     The umpire.
For all he has his petty foes,
Who is it says the thing that goes?
     The umpire.
Who is it gives the word, “Play Ball!”
Who is it makes the squealers crawl,
Who is the biggest man of all?
     The Umpire.     



c. June 9, ‘09


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