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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FAN, by WILLIAM A. PHELON First Line: He's out there, freezing on the chilly bleachers Last Line: Where would be this good old game of ball? Subject(s): Baseball; Sports; Sports - Arenas And Stadia | |||
HE'S OUT there, freezing on the chilly bleachers, In April days, and in October, too— And he is there in June, July, and August, When the broiling sun just bakes him through and through. He knows the game—at least, he knows he knows it— And he delivers barrels of advice, He tells how every play should be accomplished, And his hints—he thinks—put every win on ice! He roasts the magnates and he broils the umpires— And a bone-play gets a simple call— Yet we smile upon him and forgive his summer madness— But for him, there wouldn't be a game at all— But for him and for the money that he brings us, Where would be this good old game of ball? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARKENING HILLS by MICHAEL CAREY FOR JOHN, WHO DID NOT CHOOSE BASEBALL by JR. ORVAL A. LUND BULL AND THE PICADOR by JOSE ZORILLA A FOOL THERE WAS by WILLIAM A. PHELON A NUTTY SEASON by WILLIAM A. PHELON ADVENTURE by WILLIAM A. PHELON ALONE ON EARTH by WILLIAM A. PHELON AND AFTER--WHAT? by WILLIAM A. PHELON |
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