National Magazine Publishes Local Coach’s Poem

COACH POEM PUBLISHED VO

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NORA SPRINGS, IA – One north Iowa softball coach is being recognized, not for how well his players have done, but for his creativity.

Head Coach, Kevin Isaacson wrote a poem about the softball girls he is or has coached over the years and submitted the poem to Balls and Strikes magazine.

The magazine later contacted Isaacson and asked for a photo of the group since they chose to publish his poem in the their June issue.

Isaacson admits that while he was hoping for the opportunity, he never thought that it would actually work out.

“I was excited, because this is not only a great honor for me but also a great opportunity for the girls,” said Isaacson.

In the end, he gives all the credit to his team for providing the inspiration he says made all the difference.

“We don’t judge our success by wins and losses. We judge it by their development as a player and as a person. The girls actually inspired the poem. It may have been my creativity but the inspiration comes from these girls who are out here playing their hearts out for this game that they love,” said Isaacson.

 

As I stand on the field
Red infield clay
I ponder this game
That I once played

The crack of the bat
A well worn glove
Smell of freshly cut grass
That’s what I loved

Line drives, fly balls
Calling it’s mine
Defending the hot shot
Hit right down the line.

Coach barking orders
Go, stay, or round
The finer points
Of bunting it down

Medals, awards
Trophies the prize.
My stats were sure
To open their eyes

Now I stand here alone
To remember the days
My bat has gone silent
Packed it away

Dirty old cleats
Held together by tape
That dirty old glove
But still in good shape

My uniform hangs
In the closet with care
Hard to believe
Not again will I wear

Why did I do this
Drove for hours it seems
To play a game
Against so many teams

Was it the medals
Was it the praise
Couldn’t have been
The fortune and fame

The trophies, awards
Everything thing that I got
The stats and the scores
Long since forgot

Is that why I played
Well that’s what I thought
Looking back now
That’s not what he taught

My heart tells me why
My heart tells me true
Reminds me of something
I already knew

The onfield chitter
The dugout chats
The coach calling me
Who’s up to bat

Playing catch with my friends
Taking grounders from coach
Those timely pep talks
I think I miss most

A pat on the back
A smile and a wink
He cared about me
Like a daughter I think

It’s the memories and friends
Time shared as one
For it is a game
That’s meant to be fun

In the end
When the cheers and chants fade
Why did I do this?
……For the love of the game.

~Kevin Isaacson

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