The Yankees• Published: Spitball (1986)• The Yankees are in spring training

down in Florida.I can feel them everydaycracking their bats on anvilswith each warmer sunrise.

• The Yankees pound quartersout of the moon.The Yankees knock birds out of treesby the millions.I can listen to themchewing up the college squadsand minor leaguerslike wolves on a deer.It is a thing to hear.

• The snowlistens so hard it vanishes.The pasturesclear themselves of everythingbut wind.The ponds collapse,the ground moves.

• The Yankees are heading north.• The Yankees by Robert Lord Keyes

The Boxer• Author: William John Palmer, Canada

• He steps into the ring...for his very last fightHis whole life he has trained, for this one special night

He approaches his opponent, in the centre of the ringThe Referee gives the instructions; it's the same old thing

He steps back to his corner, and waits for the bellFor he knows he'll have to fight, like a bat out of hell

The fight rages on, and he's made it to the last roundIt goes to the judges; so he waits while his head pounds

A decision has been reached, and the crowd quiets downThe decision is read, he has won the heavyweight crown

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