Beneath the vast Chicago skies
Resides a place, so rare and true
It is the home of pop-up flies
Where childhood dreams begin anew
An ancient wonder for the game
A testament to days long past
That evermore will stake its claim
In history, quite unsurpassed.

The grass, so fresh and neatly mowed
The ivy crisp, the scoreboard green
Provides a sweet, humble abode
For our dear pastime to be seen
Its small ambiance speaks of joy
Its presence evermore defines
Why man and woman, girl and boy
See it as “The Friendly Confines.”

Nestled between Sheffield and Clark
West Addison and Waveland, too
You’ll find one of the best ballparks -
One worthy of all credit due
The heart of Wrigley lies within
Its legacy, its team, its stands
From the time each season begins
Until the last batter is fanned.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection