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.
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