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The Boys of Summer

Contributed by reflections on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 02:19:07 PM in AEST
Topic: Tributes




“The Boys of Summer” . . .
now a group of older men
remembering their younger days,
and reliving them again.
Those days of youth evade their grasp,
but, in no way leave their mind.
Memories of times once lived (now past)
are not that hard to find.

They’re not the same as in their prime,
when they were a special breed,
and, grouping with those who shared that time
fulfills each other’s need.
The need to tell the whole wide world,
“In days past we had it all”. . .
a moment enshrined in the halls of time,
when each answered his talent’s call.

Age will never dim the light
on the good times of their youth.
Those who pitched still throw the ball,
in their mind, to Mantle or Ruth.
In later years they worked such jobs
as postman, lawman, coach, or plumber ;
this aging band of “Musials” and “Cobbs” . . .
who were once “The Boys of Summer”.

Though winter follows summer,
and each grows older year by year;
winter has become a “Bummer”
(not something they need to fear).
They know that young men just like them,
are born each and every day;
and as they pass . . . another “Boy of Summer”
will get his chance to play.


John F. Templin ©
04-13-05


A tribute to all the “old timers” in the Shreveport Area who ever played the game. Some made it big, some made it small, but they all made it! In those days it was not the money . . . it was the love of the game.

To the “Boys of Summer” who still love the game, and still play that game called “Baseball”, even if it is in their memories.






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Re: The Boys of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 04:31:08 PM AEST
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i think you did an excellent job in having brought the past alive for readers, along with the future as well. congratulations on a well written piece.


Re: The Boys of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by Elizabeth_Dandy on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 04:31:43 PM AEST
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Today becomes yesterday too fast . . . yesredays can last and last

What a wise and delightful phrase and Heading!

Simplyu delightful!
So very true how we cling to yesterday. And should,-. In the first place because things were much simpler and less competitive, which makes a great difference in the godly enjoyment of play. and money was not involved for hitting a nose or Chin.

Your poem brings up blessed memories of a brother and his pals, - outrageous they were - but not competing - just rowdy. and did not get paid for it: :)
That is the chief B L E S S I N G
AMDG
Elizabeth




Re: The Boys of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 04:33:11 PM AEST
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sorry i meant to say the present instead of future! great job once again.


Re: The Boys of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by mina-1 on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 05:13:49 PM AEST
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John this is an absolutely captivating and outstanding poem. It reminds me of the good old days where people played sport for the love of it and not for the money. A wonderfully portrayed poem of yester years which brings much joy to my heart. Well done on a superb piece of poetry. Flawless to say the least.
Hugs,
~Sue~
5 big deserved stars from me my friend


Re: The Boys of Summer (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 03:28:37 AM AEST
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A very fine tribute.
Awesome writing.
huggs,
emy




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