At the Old Ball Yard
He advanced to home plate
hesitant
out of time, out of place, yet
tantalizingly familiar somehow
A spirit, no number on his back...
Pausing, he tipped his cap to the crowd
a period-piece from long, long ago
Who could he be...
He squared himself, bat waving menacingly
and then he swung -- pure poetry
a swing for the ages
the ball arcing higher, higher...
As he rounded first base
into the afternoon shadows
his legs faded away
then the rest of him...
Who's to say we hadn't seen
Babe Ruth that day
Who's to say
Babe Ruth, who played from 1914 - 1935, rewrote
baseball's record book top to bottom during his
career. He still is arguably both the greatest
player ever to play the game, as well as the sport's
most enduring legend.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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