Game #4 of the 1912 World Series: NY Giant vs. the Boston Red Sox at the Polo Grounds in NY. Attribution of photo unknown
In nineteen twelve, the Polo Grounds:
a pitch, a swing…Wood makes the rounds
as Boston, N.Y. duke it out.
The crowds are up; they’re on their feet.
They’re roaring for their team to beat
the opposition. There’s no doubt
collective breaths will all be held
since on that day, the Sox repelled
the Giants, with the final out.
Notes: Sepia Saturday provided an old photograph for today's prompt which tell a story (President Wilson at a train stop.) It was a really cool picture, which I may use in a future poem, but when I saw the above snapshot, I had to have a go at it.
In case you didn't know, I am a baseball fan (in general) and a Phillies fan (in particular.)
Anyway, the poetic form is Nove Otto which was highlighted at Poetic Bloomings this week. It's a fun. seriously addicting poetic form.
So, get your game on and check it out!