Ghost Players

(2nd in Ghost Series)

 

A special field, made especially for them,

Not quite so impossible as it seems,

The motivation? “You build it, they will come” 

Thus the creation of “The Field Of Dreams.”

 

And come people did, from far and wide

To fulfill their childhood ambitions,

For ‘homers’ that disappear in the cornfield,

Bases are run, cheers abound as we listen.

 

Sitting on the bleachers, excitement building,

Not knowing what to expect in this place,

Suddenly from the rows of waving corn

The players come forth to cover their base.

 

Emerging from the cornfields one by one,

Wearing uniforms from a time long ago,

Baseball “greats” appear on the field

To play their game…bats and gloves in tow.

 

We rub our eyes, can't believe it's true,

But “hearing and seeing” can't be denied,

Beneath those caps…some familiar faces

Still reflecting love for the game…and pride.

 

We “see” Shoeless Joe Jackson and Satchel Paige,

The great Ty Cobb, Cy Young and The Babe,

With Willie Mays at bat, the game begins…

As many other heroes join in the game.

 

All draws to an end as night gently falls and

Silently the players turn and walk away,

Disappearing in the cornfield that seems to fade,

Leaving us with memories for another day.

 

So people keep coming from miles away to see

Baseball’s heroes appearing out of the past,

Ghostly appearances of those who loved the game

Showing us who believe that some things can last.

 

~Twilah~
2005

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