Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend,
Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek.
The grass is cut, the fields set out, the umpires shout, ‘Fair play gents, otherwise, you're out! '
Of drinks consumed, we will not speak, while camped on the banks of Reedybrook creek.
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A good start with a nice poem, Huberta Van Akkeren. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.