What a perfect afternoon,
Hitting those balls over the lawn.
The sun shone down on us as we played,
Played the game we loved so much,
The first game in the new world we have.
It was a perfect afternoon
Made even more so as I was playing so well
That I beat him,
Beat him twice just by knocking those balls straight,
Straight through the hoops,
On that croquet lawn where we had put in so much time,
So much time to make sure it was ready,
Ready for the new season after these Strange Times.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As many of you know I am a croquet nut. During lockdown we have not been able to play the game but we have been able to look after the lawns. We have spent a lot of time doing this to try to get the lawns into good condition. This we have achieved and to of us had a couple of games to see all was Ok and ready for Monday next when we can return to playing croquet under limited conditions.
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Comments5
Glad you had a good afternoon 🙂
Thank you yellowrose, yes it was very good.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
'Ready for the new season after these Strange Times.'
Amen!
You had more perfect afternoons yet?! lol.
Hopefully another one this afternoon.
Andy
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