There we were my friend and I
Standing on the croquet lawn,
Playing the game we both enjoy,
Enjoy so much.
As we were going round the lawn
We spoke and bantered as normal,
And then we stopped,
As the thought came to us.
What a beautiful day it was,
The sun was out,
Sometimes hidden by a white cloud,
A gentle breeze cooling us,
The wonderful world of nature
Surrounding us,
As far as the eye could see.
Such a wonderful day,
A day to be with friends,
And to be with nature’s wonder,
And of course,
A wonderful day to play croquet.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It was such a great day to pay croquet with friends.
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Comments3
You making that hay while the sun shines? Good idea!
I even make hay in the rain when it comes to croquet.
Andy
What an amazing day to be whacking someone elses balls with a mallet!
I can see you are growing old disgracefully. You bloody doddery hooligans are giving us pensioners a bad name.
Whatever happened to the peaceful coffee mornings writing ditties for those strangers in the cafe? You'll be getting up early to daub the Evesham walls with croquet clan graffitti if you carry on at this rate. The mallett boys rool ok!
It was an amazing day.
Do not worry I still write for others and once my second home, the coffee shop, re-opens I will be writing there once more.
"MALLET BOYS RULE KO!!"
Andy
Yes, a day to be with friends in the sun. Wonderful write Andy.
Thank you AP, it is always good to be with friends and certainly in these strange times.
Andy
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