The ball of the century that took Gatting’s wicket
The best leg spinner of the game called cricket
A larrikin son of the Great South Land
He had an arsenal of balls at his command
The sun shone brightly when he appeared
There was only one Warney oh how we cheered
The team towered higher when he was around
With 708 Test wickets was a record so renown
His wrongun and googly were something to see
He’d bowl you around your legs so great was he
So we remember him as the all time great
Now bowling to Bradman a heavenly team mate.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
bradman, sports,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Saw the ghost of Bradman
Strolling out onto the Oval
On a Summer’s afternoon
And I heard the sound of leather on Willow
As he followed on through
On a wet Saturday afternoon
Saw the ghosts of Fos Williams and Jack Oatey
At the Alberton Oval in the rain
As the ball was kicked on through
And the crowd gave its usual refrain
Walkin’ in Adelaide
With my feet ten feet off Rundle Mall
Walkin’ in Adelaide
Do you know how it feels?
Put on my RMs and drove my Holden down
Crossed over the Torrens River
Roy Rene I see handy
On Hindley Street in the footpath
And he was always ready for a laugh
And saw the ghost of Sir Tom Playford
At the Adelaide Railway Station
From the morning train
He walked up to the door of the House
And he walked on through
Walkin’ in Adelaide
With my feet ten feet off Rundle
Walkin’ in Adelaide
Do you know how it feels?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
bradman, city, memorial,
Form: Dramatic Verse
In our psychi
Gallipoli
Phar Lap
Don Bradman
our Ned
lead a Melbourne cup field
of heroes
running a lap of honour
at the MCG.
Categories:
bradman, life,
Form: Free verse
Every Aussie knows
the Cootamundra wattle
its beauty
a yellow crown
of glory
was eclipsed
by Don Bradman's birth.
Categories:
bradman, life,
Form: Free verse