Shoeless Joe Jackson page 1 by ric gustafson
It was dusk on a spring evening. I was sitting on the verandah of my farm house in Eastern Iowa. This evening was a blue sky and a soft wind. Then I heard the voice.
" If you build it, he will come".
The voice sounded like a ballpark announcer.
" If you build it, he will come".
I stared at a cornfield fifty yards from where I was sitting.
" Build what?".
I listened to the voice.
" A baseball field". I looked around. " Here".
The voice gave me a vision of a baseball field.
Then the voice went away.
Shaking my head in puzzlement, I went back into the old farm house.
research help: ' Shoeless Joe' by W.P. Kinsella
Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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