Greetings and solicitations, denizens of BCB. It’s Saturday, and therefore it’s time again for Cub Tracks, the long-running infotainment series. Today, rather than prattle, I’ve provided a piece of piquant poetry by a friend of mine ... originally about a certain postseason effort, but it certainly tugs at the feels today:
The Walls of Ivy
by Frank Coffman
©28 October 2016
For more than a century of empty Falls
I’ve clung here, fading as the air grew cold,
But full and yearning, covering these walls,
Awaiting what Baseball’s destiny has foretold.