Played For Fun
April and the clocks forward spring,our cricket practice gets in full swing.Nets to
untangle from their poles,players to call and enrol.Gang mowers to grease and
oil,the team kit-bag to disembroil.Green stained pads to whiten bright,fixture lists
to expedite.Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,coax another season from my
flannels.Wash and iron the umpire's coats,the score-box to creosote.Tea urns to
scour,crockery to rinse and clean..a team captain's tasks routine,and
unseen.Cricketers good,indifferent,unsung,across this land in a timeless sport
played for fun.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
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