Croquet Prize.

Goldfinch60



She struck the ball,

Struck with accuracy.

Each hoop she played

Took her nearer,

Nearer to the prize.

She finished.

She won.

The prize was hers.

 

So as the four men played,

Played croquet,

She treasured her prize,

Her prize of mowing,

Mowing the other lawn.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2019 01:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: This actually happened. One of our lady croquet players won a match to put her into the final of a club tournament. The lawn she was mowing was the second croquet lawn 28 x 35 metres in size. While four men, including me, played croquet on the first lawn. This poem came to me afterwards and I look back thinking, this should not have happened.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold. See ya, and others, tomorrow at Hastings!

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi. I am there in the pub, The Battle.

      • orchidee

        Shall we have some games of croquet too. In the 'Blue Flying Pig' pub I will be adding water.....

      • Poetic Dan

        So if I get this right! She won but then and to work while others men just carried on play with their balls?

        Life ha!

        • Goldfinch60

          Yes but each man only had one ball each.

        • FineB

          Hello Goldfinch60,

          An enchanting write and a great introduction for me into the world of croquet.

          I have never played.

          Keep writing FineB

          • Goldfinch60

            I only started playing a couple of months ago, it has subsequently become "my drug of choice!"

          • Michael Edwards

            A cut above the average eh? Nice one Andy.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Michael, she cut it well.

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              ANGELA HERE ! Good Morning Uncle ANDY - Love 60s FOLK SINGING and this paraphrase on Ecclesiates 3 is on of my Faves ! There is also a TIME TO MOW but normmally its ONE MAN & HIS DOG - A very Droll tale indeed ! You should all be ashamed ! Thanks for sharing !

              Blessings & Peace to YOU & JOYCE
              Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡💙🧡💙🧡

              • Goldfinch60

                Hi Angela, yes I did feel ashamed afterwards but it was too late then.

              • Laura🌻

                Andy,

                An interesting write!
                As FineB said, I know nothing about croquet...
                but always willing to learn!
                I enjoyed listening to Pete Seeger & Judy Collins!

                My love to Joyce and to you!

                ~Laura~

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you Laura. It is a great game to play.

                  Andy

                • Alan .S. Jeeves

                  Pete Seeger's sister, Peggy, was married to Ewan Mccoll who, in 1957, wrote (for her) 'First Time Ever I Saw Your Face' (later recorded by Roberta Flack in 1972) ~ something else!

                  Ex animo, Alan

                  • Goldfinch60

                    I have a fare amount of Pete Seeger's work and some Roberta Flack but no Judy Collins to my knowledge, I may have to investigate that.

                  • dusk arising

                    Admiration and a tribute to the lady who it seems not only loved the game, was prepared to put ALL the commitment she felt necessary into her game and took a pride in doing so - whilst enjoying others enjoying their participation in her sport.
                    That's success isn't it...

                    • Goldfinch60

                      It surely is d a, she is a very committed lady and I have much admiration for her.

                    • Andrew Charles Forrest

                      Still on the lawn Andy... It raining

                      Great write

                      • Goldfinch60

                        If it rains it does no matter, skin is waterproof.

                        Thanks Andrew.



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