Notes About The Poem
Davy Verbilla was a childhood friend. His Dad took us to Connie Mack to see a professional baseball game. The last time I spoke to Davy in 1964 before I went on active duty with the Navy. He joined the Marines and went to Vietnam. The next time I saw him was at his viewing in 1967. He was 19 years old.
A Day At Connie Mack
When my Mom told me I was so glad
Going on a train Ride with Davy and his Dad
I was so excited when the day finally came
Leaving for Connie Mack Stadium and a baseball game
At the Tamaqua station boarding one of the cars
On my way to see some of my favorite stars
The day was special like a magic dream
I had saved some money for a picture of the team
We had hot dogs and sodas and cheered for the Phils
A foul ball dropping near us was one of the thrills
We knew all the ball players by number and name
Someday Richie and Robin would be in the Hall of Fame
Though years have passed, I still remember that day
With Davy and his Dad, watching the Phillies play
Just enjoying life, not knowing what's in store
I lost my friend Davy in the Vietnam War.
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