Cricket-What a game!!

        A gentle prod to square leg
        Over church bells and village tent
        A glass of wine perhaps
        Or just a beer
        Cricket's dulcet melody

        A lofted six over hedge and yew
        Umpire gives a knowing sigh
        Batsmen rest on this
        One and only
        Begonia scented day

        Third man glances wistfully
        Over steeple and hill
        We cheered the four
        Where jackdaws soar
        And lunched till stately tea

        The hook over long on
        This rural English scene
        Of gallant deeds
        As rain stopped play
        And lasting centuries

        Joe Morris
        January 18th 2003
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