A Baseball Glove
a baseball glove is a beginning and an ending......
a child's first sure step toward maturity,
an adults final, lingering hold on youth
it is promise for one, fond memory for the other.
a baseball glove is the dusty badge of belonging,
the tanned and oiled mortar of camaraderie.......
in its scuffs and folds are held the excited hum of competition,
freckled with the thrills and cheers that burst like fireworks on the 4th.
a baseball glove is Tinker to Evers to Chance: Mays over the shoulder:
the Wizard's magic: the pop of Larsen's final pitch to perfection.......
and a thousand other names and moments
strung like red, white and blue bunting in the vast ballpark of memory.
a baseball glove is the leather of adventure...
worthy successor to the cowboys holster, cavalry saddle or
the buckskin laces of a frontier scout.... it is immortal,
heroic... a place to smack your fist or snuff a rally.
above all, a baseball glove is the coupling of our abilities,
will and dreams: blending them with those of our
teammates and foes to form a perfect togetherness
beyond all differences, suspicions and fears...
Play Ball!
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