The Old Yankee Stadium (The House That Ruth Built) Poem by Ray Hansell

The Old Yankees Stadium
From those death valley dimensions
In center-field
To the short porch in right
Fans packed to the rafters
On those magical October nights

To the legends who left their foot prints
On the field of this hallowed ground
Many may no longer be with us
But their legendary status still abounds

From the facade around the roof
The one The Mick almost cleared
In fact if you really listen
You can almost still hear the cheers

To the monuments in the outfield
To the numbers on the wall
The history of the Yankees
Has so very much to recall

The Babe, Lou, Joe, Yogi and The Mick
Just to name a few
There were so many others
Many fans never knew

Some will be forgotten
Others will live on forever
But the memories they gave us
Will always keep getting better

It wasn't just baseball played on this field
Football, boxing and visits from the Pope
This stadium has seen so much
Including Billy Graham offering hope

The house that Ruth built
Is what it became known
But it truly was the place
The Yankees all called home


7-14-08/RJH