The Ashes Poem by Stewie Johnson

Nervous concentration,
Eagle eyed,
Speed of dark colour,
A sphere of danger,

Crack of wood to leather,
Score of number to increase,
Shout of question,
Rumble from the deeps,

Burning determination,
Repeated running,
Fire and Ice,
Captains control their Men,

To watch and learn,
Discover the secret of the crease,
A chip, a nick, a stroke, a drive,
A swing, a spin, a fast, a slow,

Sets of Men,
Against each other,
A game, but warrior hearts,
To become the greater,

Only time will tell,
The cup will be given,
To the team, who’s power was greater,
The Ashes is back, weaving its magic once more.