Wisps of cotton hung with ease
Upon a palette of Azure ocean
Slowly, quietly, fading into twilight
In total contrast to the field below
This hallowed ground became charged again
with whispered echoes of men
Who once worked this land
And the electrified cheers of those heard
round the world this evening
All eyes focused of those able to watch
Ears attentive with radios in hand
We all shared a common bond this night
Men, women, and children
Religions, politics, even wars were swept aside
As we witnessed with labored breath
and hearts-racing
Right before our eyes
a new legend being born
Teacher and student reunited
In this new time honored
midsummer classic
One young man, once fallen from grace
Intent on breaking a record
With a solid pop to the sweet spot
The long ball soared
thru a humid New York night
Not the subway as hoped
but 514 feet at the wall
Twenty-eight homers
with two point three miles of total distance
First round record
A fitting tribute
To a stadium about to be abandoned
I'll never forget this night
Stored with other diamond memories
When I watched one of the greats
Bound for the Hall of Fame
Hitting the long ball...