Wimbledon - Poem by Craig Anderson
The expectant crowd the majestic silence
Centre court in shadow and in sunshine
Where heroes are made and can crumble
Underdogs come from obscurity and shine as stars
But only for another to come and deny them
Line judges angels or devils sit familiar
Around the pit of fire with the umpire looking on
Wimbledon the green grass of dreams
Or nightmarish remembrances of chances missed
From strawberrys and fresh cream or moet boats
The thrill divine of grass court play and the
Enigma that is Wimbledon.
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