Sandlot Poet

By Steve Wachtel

This book has poetry panned from pain and triumph, gentle observations and the human experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664196018

Steve Wachtel

Steve Wachtel has been writing since 1976. He has extensive experience volunteering with children both as big brother and teaching them to love reading. When not writing children's books he enjoys writing poetry.

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Copyright © 2021 by Steve Wachtel.

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Rev. date: 10/21/2021

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CONTENTS

A Different Glory

Life Actually

Morning Becomes Electric

Everyman

Do You Mind

Cycles

The Return

A Little Street Music

A New Tower

Be Gone… And Begun

Cold

He Who Hesitates…

Heartbreak

More City Musings

My Prayer

Now And Forever

Of Flies And Men

Out Of Darkness, Light

Post(?) Covid Musings…

Rambling

Random Thought

She

Shock Exchange

Spring Aspiring

Spring Is Coming

Subway, New Way

Suddenly… Life!

Sweet Trouble

The Blues

Trapped

Traveling

Washington Square

We All…

Winter Guy In Summer

Winter Of The Mind

The Old Year

Widows’ Walk

Candy Lady

Prophet Man

This Is How

Uneasy Knights

Tsunami Tears

Archimedes

Marty

Oh Those Voices!

Reflecting

Rosey

Sad Smile

Seeing Blindly

Summer Mine

Fantasy

Rand Thought

Alter Bench

Benched

Change

Composed Extemporaneously

Fool’s Gold

Friendship’s End

Loss And Lost

Winter Guy In Summer

Vocalized

Bad Bye

This book is dedicated to my wife, Maxine, forever my greatest support and gentlest critic.

A DIFFERENT GLORY

I was a terrible Little Leaguer,

One hit in three years!

But I stayed eager

To try and stay with my peers.

Some of whom went on

To Sand Lot glory days,

And were looked upon

As gods to be praised

For their ability to strike

A round ball with a round bat,

Truly a feat denied those like

Me, a non athlete all star, in fact.

But today, I’ve made some hits,

To cheers, at least in my mind…

In a different sport, that fits

Me better, where I am inclined

To weave words in my peculiar way,

Into rhymes and schemes,

That together have their say,

Pleasing myself and others it seems…

So I’ll never be in the Hall of Fame

And no Frostian All Star, I know it,

At least now I’m in the game,

Truly and finally… a Sandlot poet!

LIFE ACTUALLY

A retired nun turns 117 years old.

Sailed through two pandemics,

Two world wars, depression…

She gives new meaning to the expression

Too tough to die. She says it’s academic

Drink some champagne, give a cold

Shoulder to the pale rider

And serve life at every meal.

And death licks his wounds

After wrestling her, and swoons

From his fatigue. She is a real

Modern Methuselah and provider

Of hope for the rest of us folk.

Her secret is that she never stopped

Moving forward to the next thrill

Of discovery, what waited over the next hill,

And