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Stumps.


Nine wickets down, ten overs to go
I stride to the middle hoping for snow.
The bowler, a giant, seven feet tall
stands on the boundary, chewing the ball.

Middle and leg, I take up my guard
can’t see the bowler, damn this hard !
In the distance a rumble, footsteps I hear
the bowler is coming, the crowd start to cheer.

I see him approaching, faster than lightning
my knees start to knock, damn this is frightening.
A blur by the stumps, a quick flash of red
I hear something whistle, just past my head.

Five overs later, my god I'm still here
covered in bruises and blood in my ear
my helmet is battered, my box is in two
the keeper is sledging, the crowd yelling boo.

Six balls to go, just an over to last
a draw will be ours, the dice have been cast.
Yes ! Cries my teammate and calls for a single
I run for my life, my teeth start to jingle.
                                                                 
The bowler is snarling, the fielders are swearing
two balls to go, I'm shaking and staring.
Crash !! As the ball  bangs on my head
I lay on the ground pretending I'm dead.

My head starts to clear, the blood starts to flow
I'm dragged to my feet, one ball to go.
The bowler runs in, I wildly swing
the ball hits my willow, can't see a thing.

The fielders are staring into the sky
the balls going up, look at it fly.
Someone shouts mine, another shouts yours
I pray to my god, knelt on fours.

Gathering pace the ball starts to drop
catchers are waiting, the world seems to stop.
Fumbles and fingers, the ball hits the floor
my teammates are cheering , we just got a draw.


                                   
                                   
                                     
                                   
                                     
                                   

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  • cricketjeff gold member
    March 28

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    Fan-bloody-tastic!!!
    Way to go playin on the judge's weak sports, but even if this were not a cricket poem it is a superb story with humour, pathos, charm and wit, and the underdog gets to be the hero!

    Great writing and congrats on the HM

    Jeff and Sue


  • Legend silver member
    March 6

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    Excellent

    now i know this one will be right up Jeffs street I have to say i was suckered into it as well Great rhyme and flow A pleasure to have read Good luck in the contest