The Park at the Corner
© 2011 by Russ Franzen
1) It looks like a park, only grass and dirt
And a chain link fence to keep people out.
Just an empty lot in Detroit City
On the old Chicago Road.
But not long ago, it was a different park,
Where men played a game made for boys.
And every summer for a century,
The crowds filled the park with noise.
Chorus: The bluegrass still grows on the infield.
The base paths, still the same.
And like the old flag pole out in centerfield,
Our memories remain.
2) It's a place that's woven in the histories
Of millions like you and me.
The Haymarket gave way to a place men played
A game with a bat and ball.
We heard the calls of the vendors,
Smelled the scent that only old ballparks had.
We heard the sounds of the ball hitting bat and glove
As we cheered for the team we love.
3) Time moved on. The team did, too,
To the ballpark in downtown.
"It's only a building," some people said,
And the walls came tumbling down.
From the dust it rose, to the dust returned;
Now a field in the open air.
But the grass on the infield is still cut to play
By people who still care.
The greatest of baseball players
Once played here with our teams.
As once it was, it will always be
Our field of hopes and dreams.