We arrive at the green,
The green sward
Cut within and inch of its life,
So flat, so smooth,
Deviations will not happen
As the ball travels towards the hoop.
FLASH!
The dream is over.
There we are on the green,
Yes, it is green
But the grass has not been cut.
The weeds push through,
Becoming obstacles to the balls.
The ball is hit with a resounding thud
But barely reaches half way,
So many lumps and bumps.
So it is hit again,
It reaches the hoop,
It is going through!
But no, the final bump pushed it passed,
Passed the hoop.
The game continues,
Overcoming the obstacles
As the teams go round the hoops.
Laughter and joy abound
As the enjoyment of the game
Can be seen on the faces of all,
Of all of us as we play,
Play and enjoy,
Enjoy the wonder,
The wonder of the game,
The game of croquet.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Now that I have more time on my hands I had an opportunity to have a go at croquet, it has really surprised me at how much pleasure I get from it. I have always played racket sports in the passed so know how to hit a ball with a racket or a club and that has held me in good stead when playing croquet. It is not a simple game the tactics in it are brilliant and gets the mind working. I have subsequently joined a croquet club and am trying to improve my game with the intention of trying to become a member of the team to compete with other clubs.
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Yes it can be great fun until someone takes it too seriously and it then becomes highly competitive and the fun drains away - but I guess that's so with all kind of sports.
Very true, as I have said I have played many sports by hitting a ball (or shuttlecock) with something and on the whole it has been great fun but being a competitive person in playing sport playing in a league or competition the serious face has to go on but once the match is over, in my experience, all is fun again. (To see this all you need to do is look at a rugby match, knocking seven bells out of each other but when the final whistle goes smiles and laughter abound).
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Sound like a whole lotta fun... am glad you tried this particular field sport/game out... it can get a hold and become scarily addictive..... N
Thank you Neville, it is fun and yes you are right it can get addictive. I had a shot yesterday but my next one is not until Saturday.
enjoy my friend.. role on Saturday....
Any croquet around in 1066?
'Fraid not it started in the nineteenth century.
I was bought a croquet set as a child but the mallets and balls were weightless polythene which made it impossible to use really.
It does sound great fun but i think i'll just stick to croquet potatoes.
t is great fun but I too like croquet potatoes.
How interesting you make a game I have not even seen - wishing you lots of success dear Andy when you get into the croquet-team
Thank you Fay, it has really surprised me how much I am enjoying it.
Participating, starts the ball rolling (pun intended), and the intensity of fun is conversely related to the intensity of the seriousness- have fun my friend
Believe me Suresh I am having a great deal of fun playing it.
BRIAN HERE ~ Teaching over for another Day relaxing @ work with a Pot of Earl Grey ~ One can always *Brew-up* in a LAB ! (4:30 am in NZ ~ Angela fast asleep in BED I think !)
Love Trad Jazz always soothes my nerves. WE have a CROQUET court @ College (very Essex Middle Class ~ The Silver Surfers love it !) In Liverpool we always called it CROCK~IT (as in Davy) and we always played in DC Hats ~ no respect for Class ! Angela & I are pleased you are keeping occupied I am sure JOYCE would approve !
Blessings & Peace to You & Joyce
Love BRIAN & ANGELA💙🧡💙🧡💙
Thank you Brian, it has really surprised me how much enjoyment I am getting from playing this game.
LOL Sounds like you played on my Lawn Andy
More humps than a bag of cats
Great spirit in this one... lingering summer antics?
Lingering summer antics indeed Andrew - all is fine as long as there is no snow on the croquet lawn.
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