R.I.P. Bob sheppard

The 'voice of God 'is silenced-
He's reached this Journey's end.
Now he's with Mel Allen
in Yankee legend land.

Oh we will still hear Sheppard's voice
when we enter at the gate
and he's still announcing Derek
when he steps up to the plate.

But though your fine voice resonates
Through the new park’s hallowed halls
It’s only a faint echo
of what you meant to all.

The old park's walls have fallen
beneath the wrecking ball
and now the legends follow
til' we've nothing left at all.

poem by John F. McCullagh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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