Ode to the Cricket Fair
A poem written on a whim about the wonders of cricket
Oh, what a splendid game is cricket fair,
With batsmen brave and bowlers debonair!
The green, lush field, the sound of leather's smack,
Oh, how it sets my very heart aback.
The willow blade doth meet the shining ball,
With force so great, it flies beyond the hall,
And fielders run with all their might and main,
To catch it ere it meets the ground again.
The bowler's art, oh, how it doth delight,
As he with cunning spins and swings the flight,
And challenges the batsman to defend,
With skill and poise that doth his strength commend.
And in this sport, there's camaraderie found,
As team-mates cheer and share a laugh around,
And foes doth shake hands at the end of play,
In true sportsmanship that doth the game portray.
Oh, cricket! Thou art beauty at its best,
With all that's good in sportsmanship expressed,
May thou forever flourish, and ne'er cease,
To bring us joy and wonder, love and peace.
Thus, let us raise a cheer, a mighty cry,
For cricket, sport of kings, that doth us tie,
In bonds of fellowship and love, so dear,
Oh, what a splendid game is cricket fair!