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CRICKET IN THE ROAD

A Poem

by Austin Mitchell

 

We used to play cricket anywhere

In gullies, on banks, in the road, anywhere

With anything for a ball or bat

We used to call it bowl for a bat

 

Age was no barrier to playing

The old and the young were playing

There were no holidays without a cricket game

And everybody came out to watch the game

 

We used to go miles to watch a game

To watch the great players play the game

We still marvel at the skill of those great players

The catches they took, those great players

 

We are glad that the game is still being played

Maybe not like how it used to be played

But it is good to see youngsters playing the game

Like how those of old used to play the game