Ode+to+Cooperstown

Ode to Cooperstown Giving me a rewarding stare, The card, the ball, the ring are rare. They all have meaning and pride, These objects should be known worldwide. The ring, glistening like the sun’s rays on the field, When people see the ring, they yield. The words that are all over it have power, Any one can admire it for an hour. The card is showing my great big smile, During that moment I posed for awhile. Holding the bat in a tight grip, And I was hoping the bat would not slip. Looking at me from my trophy shelf, I remember throwing the ball by myself. The baseball is from Cooperstown New York, Where balls fly through the air like a champagne cork. Cooperstown is a memorable place, And that’s why I keep the objects in a case. They will reside there safe through the years, wen I am old and gray, I will still hear the cheers.