Birches, by Robert Frost
WHEN I see birches bend to left and right
Acro...
Baseball Poems
Song of Myself, by Walt Whitman
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
Baseball in de Park, by Arthur Guiterman
The Captain of the Neversweats was rooted in hi...
Conversations with Patriotism, by Joshua Knight
Under a tree
near the cement shore of a man-ma...
Descent, by Keith Holyoak
I. The Bank “ It goes in ninety seconds!...