Jackie Robinson


Jackie dodged and Jackie danced, all around the basepath pranced!
Steppin' high, pigeon toed; Would he stay? Would he go?
Pitcher? Catcher? They don't know! Shifty hips and darting eyes-
Second base is now his prize!
Baseball changed when Jackie came;
Speed and daring now part of the game...
Bunt and steal, surprise, intrigue;
Jackie brought from the Negro League...
America struggles throughout the nation
To come to grips with segregation;
African Americans return from the war,
Whose freedom were they fighting for?
The national pastime, America's game,
Would now confront America's shame!
Jackie was chosen for more than his skill;
He was chosen for his courage, for his unbending will-
For the grit in his belly, his determination
To prove his worth to a watchful nation!
He bore the scorn, kept the hurt inside, through the terrible abuse
Maintained his pride; his honor and his dignity
Were on display for all to see...
How Jackie could run!
He could hit, field, and throw
(He was an MVP, you know)-
But the lessons he taught us with that unbending will
Are far and away more valuable still!

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