The Slow Walk Back - Poem by ivan mcguinness
The slow walk back
Of the pace man
Makes me heart-quick.
A bat, a prod of the crease,
And I am hooked.
The ball tossed from hand
He turns and runs
His easy stride slips across the grass
Close to the stumps
And breaks my bats-man's heart.
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