He Was the Man
Nineteen sixty was a wonderful year
Willie Mays was brought to Candlestick Park
It left New Yorkers with more than one tear
But San Franciscans remember that mark
I rushed to the park to catch my first sight
Of the Giants displaying this great man
They were playing the Dodgers Friday night -
I found a seat in the center field stand
The Dodgers threw Drysdale at six feet five
And only Willie was up to the job
He parked the first pitch, the crowd came alive,
And Willie trotted home to greet the mob
It stayed that way all through the first eight
Wille played center field just beyond touch
Two out for the Dodgers,hope getting late
They pinch hit a rookine, prayer but not much
Sharp crack of the bat, high to center field
Willie turned his back to the plate and ran
Clear to the wall at top speed then he wheeled
Put his glove at his belt - he was the Man
2/11/2017
For contest The National Pasttime
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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