Brightly Shining

    A tribute to Jack Buck and Darryl Kile

    By R.W. Brown

    Our hearts were truly saddened when the angels first appeared.

    As they slipped into the broadcast booth, to take our most revered.

    And then our hearts were broken on the afternoon we found,

    The angels had returned and made a visit to the mound.

    The call went out to bring them home and the angels did their chore,

    But they left us with an emptiness that wasn't there before.

    So, high above the ball park in the darkness of the night,

    Two very special brand new stars burst suddenly to light.

    Now shining through the sadness, not discouraged in the slightest,

    A pair of stars see darkness as a chance to shine their brightest.

    You can spot them side by side each night in the brightest part of heaven.

    They're the ones that wear the microphone and the number Fifty-Seven.

It's Memorial Day
Some are still asking why
Close your eyes and remember
As the Colors pass by

Which war was yours?
How long did it last?

Whose face do you see
when the flag is at half-mast?

Who marched away
and didn't return?

For whom did you pray?
For whom do you yearn?

Dog tags and telegrams
A knock on the door.
Were you the parents
they were looking for?

The pain never leaves
It has impacted us all.

When a family is left
with a name carved in a wall.

They fought and they fell
Unaware of their glory.

We must remember them always
and continue their story.

Appreciate where you live
Enjoy living FREE

Many flowers never blossomed
They died for you and for me.

Jack Buck

Since this nation was founded under
God, more than 200 years ago,

We've been the bastion of
Freedom...

The light which keeps the free world
Aglow.

We do not covet the possessions of
Others, we are blessed with the
Bounty we share.

We have rushed to help other
Nations...anything...anytime...
Anywhere.

War is just not our nature...we
Won't start, but we will end the fight.

If we are involved we shall be
Resolved to protect what we know is
Right.

We've been challenged by a
Cowardly foe who strikes and then
Hides from our view.

With one voice we say there's no
Choice today, there is only one
Thing to do.

Everyone is saying the same thing
And praying that we end these
Senseless moments we are living.

As our fathers did before, we shall
Win this unwanted war.

As our children will enjoy the
Future, we'll be giving.

Jack Buck

When someone asks you your favorite sport
And you answer Baseball in a blink
There are certain qualitites you must possess
And you're more attached than you think.
In the frozen grip of winter
I'm sure you'll agree with me
Not a day goes by without someone
Talking baseball to some degree.
The calender flips on New Year's Day
The Super Bowl comes and it goes
Get the other sports out of the way
The green grass and the fever grows.
It's time to pack a bag and take a trip
To Arizona or the Sunshine state
Perhaps you can't go, but there's the radio
So you listen-you root-you wait.
They start the campaign, pomp and pageantry reign
You claim the pennant on Opening Day
From April till fall
You follow the bouncing white ball
Your team is set to go all the way.
They fall short of the series
You have a case of the "wearies"
And need as break from the game
But when Christmas bells jingle
You feel that old tingle
And you're ready for more of the same.
It will be hot dogs for dinner
Six months of heaven, a winner Yes,
Baseball has always been it.
You would amaze all your friends
If they knew to what ends
You'd go for a little old hit.
The best times you're had Have been with your
Mom and your Dad
And a bat and a ball and a glove.
From the first time you played
Till the last time you prayed
It's been a simple matter of love.