Cy Young looks in for the sign
as the students pass by
on their way to class.
In another part of Beantown,
on another campus a short train ride away,
the fans all cheer the football team
in the Braves' first right field stands.
You can stop and park by the spot
where Henry passed the Babe
and coeds look down on the home
where Mazeroski won the game.
And sick people heal on the field
where the Big Train once rumbled through.
A mall now sits on the Killer's grounds.
A street runs through Crosley Field.
The Tribe's first home still stands today,
Well, just the ticket booth.
Like Sportsman's Park, A city kid's refuge
from the terror of the streets.
With just a plaque to say
that once upon a time, a ballpark stood here.
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Home runs, foul balls, can'tyouhitsomethingyousonofabich???!!!! to a rocky missing his first batting.
Then silence, like nothing had been there...ever.
You are a gifted one, don't stop your poems coming toward us.
Georg
Regis
My fave was Sportsmans Park, in St. Louis MO. Doncha love that name: Sportsmans Park! Right on N. Grand Avenue! It had magic for me as a child (many years ago :o) growing up in St. Louis. Back then there were the St. Louis Browns AND Cardinals. As a girl scout (the boy scouts, too) we were given free tickets for the bleachers...every home game played by either teams! Every Saturday was our choice; Sunday's were for church and family, and nights were NOT a choice, per Mom.
When they tore down the old park, I had already moved to Texas, and was disappointed when the new, replacement park downtown was named Busch Stadium. It was, of course, their right to name after the family...but I felt so much was lost with Sportsmans Park gone. For some reason, I kinda lost interest in the game after that.
Oh, but now we DO have The Texas Rangers ballpark not far from where I live..and it's a B-E-A-U-T-Y.
Enjoyed your poem.
Micke
Vivid imagery you painted here!!
Love Tinka