A Different World Beyond Our Back Gate
Summer was here at last
cricket,stumps and pads,
dusted off,leather on willow,
echoed across the green
No scorers or umpires,to dispute
adjudicate,challenge or replay,
honesty justice shout,if
caught,bowled or run out
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
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