In celebration of National Poetry Month we are posting a poem a day. Cindy Christiansen sent in today’s poem, a longtime favorite of baseball fans. If you have a favorite, please email it to frank@mytownmatters.com.
Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.