Trees
Altuve
By The Pecan Park Eagle
I think that we shall never see
Another Jose Altuve.
A fire to play and never rest
Burns within this hero’s breast;
A fire that feeds from God all day,
And lifts his supple arms to play;
A fire that bears the summer wear
For laurels in his autumn hair;
A fire that holds its winter glow
Just waiting for the springtime go.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only a God could make Altuve.
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Morals:
(1) The forests deserve our protection. There’s more to life than forests filled with trees, but the game of baseball would be stuck with the ping of all those ugly metal bats without them.
(2) If every batter could hit like Altuve, the forests would be thinner than they are today.
(3) Never take a natural wonder for granted. And that goes for beautiful forests – and remarkable human beings like Jose Altuve.
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Bill McCurdy
Principal Writer, Editor, Publisher
The Pecan Park Eagle