Happy Easter

I couldn't resist. It's too funny! :)

But on a more serious note, and in honor of the spirit of sacrifice this Easter Day symbolizes, there is a dedication below in the other post I made today.

In dedication to "The Long Gray Line"

Shining Shield

Screaming sirens
and blaring horns
Tranquil silence
in moments torn

Destination
I know not where
I pray in time
you make it there

Their lives in need
Our world’s at stake
Thank God for all
the risk you take

Unsung hero,
Effort silent
save them all from
dangers violent

Stetson, handgun,
your shining shield
to enforce the law
And make them yield

Uphold honor,
Integrity…
Dignity…
Sincerity

Thank you Trooper
For what you do
to fight back crime
and ills pursue

Never forget
Please remember
your given oath
to be a Member

Honus Wagner

Some time ago I read a newspaper article about the sale of a baseball card of a long since dead ball player named Honus Wagner. (See the first link below.) I'd never heard of him before, so I looked him up. (See the second link below.) After reading it, it made me wonder what this man, who had come from such humble beginnings, would think about the price a baseball card with his likeness thereon fetched at an auction (in 2007).

It made me write one of the few poems I've written that are not personal in some way:

Honus Wagner

What kind of a man were you, Honus Wagner?
And what would you think of your likeness today?
A bit of paper should cost so much
by which the lives of thousands could benefit
Would you be ashamed to know the only
legacy that remains of you is the avarice
of others?
That meals are lost and young ones cry
with swollen bellies, while you sit in a frame
on a wall?
That confused priorities look down with disdain
at the masses, while they pass you from one
greedy hand to another?


I have no idea what this man was like in real life, except from the bit the Wiki article says about him that he was known as a nice guy around town. It just strikes me that having come from the beginnings he had, he might just roll over in his grave if he knew such money was wasted on a bit of paper with his picture on it. I mean, there's a good chance that a boy of 12 who quit school to work with his father in the coal mines of Pennsylvania would probably grow up to be a man who knows the value of a buck and the need of so many.


http://mlb.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20070227&content_id=1817725&vkey=news_mlb&fext=.jsp&c_id=mlb

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honus_Wagner