Another day on the lawn,
A strange day
With inclement weather.
I have played in all seasons,
The wonder of spring
With the temperature rising,
The heat of summer
Where the heat draws the strength
From my body,
The wonder of autumn
Who shows Natures Palette
At its absolute best.
Then I have played in winter
Where the cold rain drops,
But I am dry in my clothes
And all is well.
But then this day was different,
It was snowing!
I had never played in snow.
I saw the people in their cars
Looking at us with humour
As they passed by,
Thinking “Look at those idiots,
Playing croquet in the snow”.
I did not care,
I was having a great time
As each ball ploughed the snow
On its way to the hoop.
Yes It was a great time
And I give it my highest honour,
I would do it again,
And play croquet in the snow.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It wasn't snowing that hard!
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A fine write Gold.
The cold can draw the strength from our body too. I seem to be hungrier on colder days, even after short shopping trip.
I blame Clement for the weather. He stays in - inclement! A corny joke there. lol.
Thanks Orchi, I enjoy the cold much more than the hot, I start moaning if the temperature gets above 15 degrees C.
Andy
'It wasn't snowing that hard!'
your exclamation of vehement justification, pre-empting all the whiny negative responses had me chuckling so hard, lol
last time it was the cyclist's I think, now its the drivers, oh these busybodies when will they let a man just play with his balls in peace... (ahem, cough, ahem...) lol
(sorry, just in a funny mood my friend)
Thanks Mek, being in a funny mood can bring light to other's worlds as it has to mine.
Andy
I'm not that good on chanting of nature but when one does so well I can feel it, I am even croqueting with you right now
Thank you Amon, come along by all means but it may be a little far for you to come for an afternoon's croquet. LOL
Andy
Okay, but my heart can reach out to anywhere even during the lockdown for as long your words afford to carry me like you did
Must have been fun to try knocking the snow off your shots my friend - a cool love-song too.
It was great fun Fay.
I have always liked The Flying PIckets, I was in a Barbershop Chorus for a few years at one time.
Andy
That was a lot of fun. Thanks Goldfinch.
Thank you Jerry.
Andy
It's difficult to think of you giving your balls some hammer in the snow. Is there no limit to your adventurous outlook when in ladies company on the green?
They certainly needed a good hammer, mind you there were no ladies playing only us two idiots who play in all weathers.
Andy
I've had crumpets in custard but never croquet in snow. lol
Nice one Andy.
It is quite tasty Michael.
Andy
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