290 – The Second Innings

Poem number 290
The Second Innings
I turned it round the corner
Past Short Leg to Backward Square
I only took a single
But it got me off a pair
A single off the next one
Brought me back onto the strike
Some chin music
I bobbed and weaved
As easy as you like
Short and wide, despatched through Point
No need to run for that
A Cover drive of beauty
From the middle of the bat
An edge! Just short of Second Slip
The bowler’s stifled shout
The Umpire calls out Over
And the fielders move about.
Six balls, tens runs, a little rest
The warming golden sun
Sweet memories of village greens
Return now summer’s done.


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