A Young Lad's First Ball Game
In the summer of my
youth, on a fair day so
grand, my dear old
dad took me out
to the ball park.
Smelling the
fragence of the
freshly cut grass,
was a moment
never to forget.
The crack of the bat
sounds echoing around
the ball park is
so near my heart, to
this very day.
Sitting in the warm
sun, watching the slow
drifting clouds passing
over the stadium.
A perfect day for
baseball, could not
ask for better
conditions.
Red Sox defeated
Yankees on this
grand day in 1922,
when Fenway was
still new.
Dad and I left,
went to corner
drug for a coke,
what a day, will
never forget my
first baseball game
to see with dear
old dad.
wrote 9-26-08
NOTE ABOUT SOME YOUNG BOY, IN
ANYWHERE USA, WHO SAW FIRST BASEBALL
GAME WITH HIS DAD IN 1922.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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