Ernie's voice followed me everywhere growing up:
While I cut the grass, Harwell's voice boomed big and bold and deep.
While playing ball with chums, Ernie's voice was background hype.
His voice will be missed. I will remember it encompassing much of my childhood.
As I delivered newspapers, the transistor radio sounded the voice of Tiger town
baseball.
He round the bases of life. A gentle legend. A large life. An unforgettable voice.
I will round the bases Thursday to bid adieu to Ernie Harwell... a believer who was
bold in example, in living, in an unforgettable voice I want to remember 'til I round my final bases of life.
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