Robert Francis

(August 12, 1901 - July 13, 1987 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Catch - Poem by Robert Francis

Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,
Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,
Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,
High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop,
Make him scoop it up, make him as-almost-as possible miss it,
Fast, let him sting from it, now, now fool him slowly,
Anything, everything tricky, risky, nonchalant,
Anything under the sun to outwit the prosy,
Over the tree and the long sweet cadence down,
Over his head, make him scramble to pick up the meaning,
And now, like a posy, a pretty one plump in his hands.


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  • Gold Star - 16,098 Points * Sunprincess * (5/27/2014 2:12:00 PM)

    .............thought I was watching a basketball game....truly enjoyed... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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