The Green Fields of My Youth
I was born
in October of
1955
One could hear
the World Series
from the hospital room
The famous series where
the "Brooklyn Bums"
finally defeated
the incredible Yankee machine
This upcoming year
I intend to go
to some games
I may even go to a
minor league game
At Keyspan Park
the Brooklyn Cyclones
delight the crowds
My thoughts drift back to
Banner day at Shea
Had sparkles on my banner
My experience with playing the game
consists of a being a catcher
for a short while
in the little League
Never a great athlete
Yet an intense Mets fan
I view them as the descendants
of the Brooklyn Dodger and New York Yankees
Pass the Canyon of Heroes
on my way back from work at the
community college
where I hear they have a good
baseball team
Gotham needs its baseball teams
they are part of the glue which
hold it together
Part of the dreams of stick ball players
of those(including myself)
who went to the batting cages at Coney Island
Play ball, man
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