Andrew Jacob Jung Poet Lyric

1982

It was a trip that started 
'fore my classmates departed
And we're headed somewhere I didn't know

Breakin' out early 
On an unexpected journey
I was only too happy to go

Hopped in with Mom 
And the priest Father John 
And Dad who drove the wagon to somewhere

I asked where we goin'
They said dontcha be worryin'
'Cause I think you'll like it when we get there

This is called tailgating
Said my Pop as we ate in
The lot and I remember the cold chicken we had

Thousands of people
Passin' by in the aisles
Throwin' balls and drinkin' beers like mad

Then we made our way up 
To the top of the boxes
And the very moment that happened then

Standing next to the Pastor
For years ever after
I'd recall it only with an Amen

To see the light of Heaven 
At the age of seven 
Transcendental wasn't a word I then knew

But it seems to me now
The Lord was showin' me how 
Baseball and family are the things that are true

My little scars healed
As the Crew took the field
And Molitor and Yount came to bat

And Mom took my hand
And we cheered to the end 
And I knew this was where I'd always come back



 February 25, 2017

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