Lara Poem by mark anthony st. rose

A king is born upon the green,
A star the sky has never seen.
With mighty prowess his nature stands,
The bat, the sceptre in his hands.

He salutes the crowd every century,
Conquering flags laid in history.
“Hail to the King! ” all would sing,
Victory to the Caribbean would he bring.

Nations All would truly submit,
The best, even the greatest admit.
“Lara! Lara! ” their rhythm’s chord,
The world would shout in one accord.

Cricket, wicket our eyes admire,
His movements dazzle beyond desire.
To eternally play our deepest wish,
Part of his kingdom with records bliss.

Truly a king is born upon the green,
A star like the sky has never seen.
With mighty prowess his nature stands,
The bat, the sceptre in his hands.




copyright@2007 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.