"The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. ...this game, is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again. Ohhhhhhhh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come."
~Terrence Mann (James Earl Jones) from "Field of Dreams"
Just a game.
A thread in the fabric
of Americana; ranks with
Mom's apple pie,
Dad's Chevrolet.
But we'd play for hours.
Breaking windows,
crushing flowers.
On youth's field,
yielding the promise
of a future bright.
In the light of Doubleday,
we'd play. No visions
of Cooperstown or
World Series heroics,
just a stoic jaunt through
a dirt infield. Days past,
and present futures strong,
I long for the days to play.
We built our dreams on
that field. If you build it,
dreams will come.
And they did.
And they did.
Photo by Walt Wojtanik
