Hey Pete Poem by Michael Burch

Hey Pete



for Pete Rose

hey pete,
it's baseball season
and the sun ascends the sky,
encouraging a schoolboy's dreams
of winter whizzing by;
go out, go out and catch it,
put it in a jar,
set it on a shelf
and then you'll be a Superstar.

Pete Rose was my favorite baseball player; this cummings-ish poem is not a slam at him, but rather an ironic jab at the term "superstar."

Thursday, September 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: baseball
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 20 September 2019

Pete was a great baseball player! He belongs in the Hall of Fame but probably will never get there because of his lifetime ban for gambling on his own games. He never did bet AGAINST his own team, however. He played so hard, his nickname was " Charlie Hustle" .

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