Many poems are written of baseball; a few of them involve mathematics -- see the posting for April 9, 2010 for math-related baseball poems by Marianne Moore (1877-1972) and Jerry Wemple; see the posting for September 18, 2011 for one by Jonathan Holden.
Today I feature the opening stanza from a baseball poem by Pennsylvania poet, Le Hinton.
from Our Ballpark by Le Hinton
This is the place where my father educated us:
an open-air school of tutelage and transformation.
This is where we first learned
to count to three, then later to calculate the angle
of a line drive bouncing off the left field wall.
We studied the geometry and appreciated the ballet
of third to second to first, a triple play.
. . .
Here's a link to a posting of Hinton's complete poem.
At PoetryFoundation.org may be found a varied sampler of baseball poems -- alas, however, not related to mathematics.
In closing here is a baseball limerick -- one of mine, offered earlier as a comment to my April 20, 2010 post.
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And the ball has the shape of a sphere.
Nine guys make a team--
So, two teams make eighteen--
And fans cheer when the plays come in pairs.