Steve Pringle

Cricket Lament

The delicious crack of leather on willow,
Snapped through the air,
On a warm Berkshire evening,
Followed by shouts and the running of boots,
To save the ball from the boundary fleeting,
A ripple of mutters and hands applauding,
Follow on changes the scoreboard recording,

Step to the crease and tap down the hump,

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