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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- 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.
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A fine write Gold. See ya, and others, tomorrow at Hastings!
Thanks Orchi. I am there in the pub, The Battle.
Shall we have some games of croquet too. In the 'Blue Flying Pig' pub I will be adding water.....
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!
Yes but each man only had one ball each.
Hello Goldfinch60,
An enchanting write and a great introduction for me into the world of croquet.
I have never played.
Keep writing FineB
I only started playing a couple of months ago, it has subsequently become "my drug of choice!"
A cut above the average eh? Nice one Andy.
Thank you Michael, she cut it well.
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 🧡💙🧡💙🧡
Hi Angela, yes I did feel ashamed afterwards but it was too late then.
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~
Thank you Laura. It is a great game to play.
Andy
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
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.
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...
It surely is d a, she is a very committed lady and I have much admiration for her.
Still on the lawn Andy... It raining
Great write
If it rains it does no matter, skin is waterproof.
Thanks Andrew.
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