Poetry in Motion

I just read this poem in W. P. Kinsella's book Shoeless Joe (which is later adapted into the movie Field of Dreams) and I thought I should share it here with you.
Here you go:

There are the saddest of possible words
Tinker to Evers to Chance
Trio of bearcubs and fleeter than birds
Tinker to Evers to Chance
Making a Giant hit into a double
Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble
Tinker to Ever to Chance

Beautiful eh?
Joe Tinker, Johnny Evers, and Frank Chance were a legendary double-play combination that played for the Chicago Cubs.
I'm trying to think of who poems could be written about today. That is, which players expressed the beauty of the game, not poems about steriods or pitch tipping.

Which players today are worthy of poetry today? Who would you write a poem about today?

No comments: