The Field

Today I drove the old country roads

that my Forefathers called home

I was searching for a part of my past

because to me there was nothing they owed.

I found the old country ball field

beside the old country church

It sit’s there quietly now

nothing moving but the wind-blown dirt

I stopped at the side of the road

and in my mind I was  watching the game

And as I drove away

my Dad waved goodbye

I swear I saw a tear in his eye!