A Poem by manchilld99

This is about one of my boyhood heroes. He was one of the greatest athletes ever, and in my mind, the greatest baseball player to play the game.


Willie Mays


Cap flying

cleats slashing,

Over the shoulder,

What a catch....



Mickey, Hank, and 

Roberto were great

but none was ever

your match.


No needles,

no 'clear', no 'cream'

Just a country boy,

A Natural .... ballplayin' American Dream.



They should build you your own.

No - one on each coast

your fame to toast.


Best there ever was.

Say Hey!

Willie Mays


Hallowed be thy name.


© 2011 manchilld99

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Oh Mister....let me tell you what. THIS is fantastic. I TOO am a Willie Howard Mays Jr. buck duck say hey son of Cat Mays and pride of Fairfield Alabama born 5/6/31 fan. Willie is the very reason I am a baseball fan. He made me fall in love with the game way back when I was knee high to a short duck, buck. My only regret is that I didn't get to see more of his career than what I did having been born in '62. I agree though, wholeheartedly "Best there ever was" and I love it too that you think he should be in the hall "one on each coast"....great line. Well done friend. Your pen has painted a truly masterful pic here.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I love this. What a wonderful tribute! This would be great read aloud.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on April 30, 2010
Last Updated on April 26, 2011
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rochester, NY

I write poems and stories, and have broadcast a blues show on the radio since 1982. I am from Harlem, currently live in Rochester, NY, but have been around. more..

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