The poem by Hayward reflects my thoughts and feelings this morning.
I awoke to the news that another hero from my childhood, Willie Mays, passed away at age 93. I grew up in New York City, where Mays played baseball for the New York Giants until the team moved to San Francisco. Mays began his baseball career in the Negroe League of bygone days. In his major league career, he hit 600 home runs. We called him "Say Hey Willie."
When I awoke to this news, I had a couple of immediate thoughts. I thought, "Another hero from my era is gone." Along with this was a second thought: I was 81, and the clock was ticking. Indeed, our lives reflect each year's changing seasons, which is why I found this poem so evocative.
So long, for now, Willie; see you later and my other heroes from seasons past.
The Seasons
by E. F. Hayward
I love to watch the seasons change;
As Summer takes the throne from Spring,
So wonderful sublime and strange,
Each one its own sweet songs does sing.
It seems each one, in turn, is best;
Is gifted with some special grace;
Yet Summer fades, as have the rest,
And Autumn boldly takes its place.
This of the Four I hold most dear,
Would be content to have it stay;
But Winter comes to close the year,
And Autumn scenes must pass away.
Just so our lives; our childhood days
Are filled with joy, that's ne'er forgot;
And he is wise who simply says,
"I love them all," and murmurs not.
In the poem "The Seasons," Hayward skillfully uses the natural progression of the year to mirror the human experience. Each season's distinct qualities are a universal mirror, reflecting different life stages, from Spring's freshness to Winter's tranquility. The poem's cyclical structure underscores that life is a shared journey, with each phase seamlessly transitioning into the next.
Hayward's evocative use of imagery and poignant language weaves a rich tapestry that encapsulates the essence of each season. The poem beckons readers to reflect on their own lives and appreciate the beauty and significance of each stage. By intertwining the natural world with human experience, Hayward underscores the universality of life's journey and the relentless march of time.
"The Seasons" is a profound contemplation of life's cycles. The poem delves into growth, maturity, and renewal through the lens of changing seasons. Hayward's eloquent portrayal of nature's rhythms is a potent testament to the inescapable nature of all life's interconnectedness and the certainty of change.
I am sure you remember growing up to the argument of who was better - Mantle, Mays or Snider. I was a Mantle guy and probably still am. Thos were the Glory Days of New York (and New Jersey) baseball. They will never be repeated, anywhere or any time.