Cricket

I want to hold the red ball across the seams And go racing up my chain like fire And Gary with bat will pretend His stumps are children, wife, and hut And when I clad my skin in white Pretending I am England ready to fight The Maroon at the crease will meet The charging diabolic knight And send my missile back at me While history in the pavillion cheer. I want to play cricket like that again The fielders set important Indians Or hunting dogs in British strategy But O the wiley team, tragedy Is one pit hole, a native shout of glee I want to play cricket again, I want to see The red red stain on the white clothes Of black rebellious history.