Elysian Fields Quarterly - The Baseball Review

Baseball Poetry

The Game
By Nancy Scott

All the good ball

players were on one

team, the big

kids who ra

bases and swung

bats that cracked

the ball across

the backyard fence,

too close to my head

though I stayed to watch.

The score was seven

to one. Not

fair, I thought, till

Billy Biggest-kid turned

to Lucy on first

and whispered "Don't

you try to make

any magic."

-EFQ

NANCY SCOTT has published articles and poetry in numerous national magazines and newspapers. Two poems from her chapbook Hearing the Sunrise (Anderie, 1996) appear in the disability anthology Staring Back (Plume, 1997). She regularly reads her work, sings, and plays piano for local audiences.

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	All the good ball
	players were on one
	team, the big
	kids who ra
	bases and swung
	bats that cracked
	the ball across
	the backyard fence,
	too close to my head
	though I stayed to watch.
	The score was seven
	to one. Not
	fair, I thought, till
	Billy Biggest-kid turned
	to Lucy on first
	and whispered "Don't
	you try to make
	any magic."

	-EFQ