Cricket

On manicured outfields
 seeded and sown,
the middle rolled and closely mown.
End to end,wicket to wicket
 the languid tempo of village cricket.
In  fields enclosed with sheep in flocks,
wooden pavilions &rickety score-box.
On the boundary rope,high ambitions 
live in hope.
Runs come from cut and glide 
as players flag in the fielding side.
The rivals taking guard after tea,a run a minute,
with inhibitions free.
Hit wicket,lbw and run-out 
the wickets fell  the fast bowler 
ending the match with his second spell.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.