Poems for a Summer evening

Cricket - The game of life Quintessentially English, billiard board green triangle sandwiches and cups of tea the holy of holies can easily be seen tradition as old as the village oak tree leather on willow over freshly mown grass under aspirin bottle clouds and slanting sun village green, shimmering air and engine gas battling it out until the day is done maroon leather polished on the bowlers thigh hesitate slightly and you know you're in trouble an outsde edge and it could be 'goodbye' just one wrong decision could burst your bubble dreamy somnolence and another maiden over sometimes life doesn't deliver tbe goods beyond the covers there's a boundary moreover with polite applause from local neighborhoods I was plied with loose conduct and other worldly tricks in deep concentration I maintained my stance with a perfect left hook I knocked him for six I've fought and lost but for the Devil I wont dance rescued from the sea, nearly out at nineteen dropped at sec...