Shea Stadium Poem by Ray Hansell

Shea Stadium



The skies were grey
With a threat of rain
But still they got
To play the game

You see this was
To be the day
The fans would say
Goodbye to Shea

Since nineteen sixty four
The Metropolititans called it home
But from the very beginning
The 'Mets' were how they were affectionately known


9-28-08/RjH

Friday, April 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Ray Hansell

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