GOING GOING Gone

Here lies Eloy De Leon
He stands upon the little hill
As he threw the white red striped ball
He saw it come back and that was all.

Author: Unknown
Type: Epitaph
Source: no source

Football Epitaph

Here lies someone unknown
Who caught the ball that was thrown
Then was lying under a tombstone

Author: Unknown
No Source
Type: Epitaph

What I Am

Not a Gregor but some weird accidentalSamsa cousin, of a branch where the baby birdsAre pushed out of the nest on the ends ofBungee cords, bouncing back up at the first faultyFlutter of weak fledgling wings.Not hurt--not allowed to feel hurt by that whichWould wound deeply dealt to other daughters--No, not hurt, because what could scar is a part Integral to the whole, and as such unquestionableThroughout the existence begun and lived in the shadow of this roof.Not resentful of what I have been handed orJealous of anyone else's straight flush against my two aces,Or hating the dealer or wanting a reshuffle, butSearching in vain for some line in their chosen HoyleThat will let me grow, and grow closer to equal.Not afraid of what I might find when I gather theStrength to discard my harness, not wishingFor different than is here, but only sad that ICannot imagine beyond this (never having known it)And sad that I could truly desire to be free from love.

Author: Katherine Foreman
Source:http://www.hyperborea.org/alenxa/free.html#whatiam
Type: Free-verse

Ball Game

Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I dont know if i'll ever get back
So lets root
ROOT ROOT for the home team
And if they dont win its a shame
For its one, two, three strikes out of the old ball game

Type: Lyric
Author: Jack Norworth
Source: Baseball Almanac