Onto the lawn I stroll,
My first game of the new season.
The sun shines down on me,
The lawns are immaculate,
Cut so low and so flat.
I hit my first ball,
Towards the hoop it rolls,
Not quite far enough
But the second was better.
And from then on
Each time I hit a ball
The experience I had,
The experience of the game
Came back and I was playing well.
A wonderful start to the new season
And a wonderful start in my new club,
A club where Croquet was born,
The most famous club in the world,
And I was now a member of that club,
And will enjoy the game even more.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2024 00:49
- Comment from author about the poem: I have joined Cheltenham Croquet Club, Croquet England is established there.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Wonderful to hear you are still active.Very enjoyable poem
Thank you David, I will never top playing croquet, I call it "my drug of choice!" LOL.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Something historical always gives a little more weight to something. I felt the excitement in this poem Andy.
It surely does soren, thank you.
Andy
When I find that croquet club I'm looking for, I won't need many lessons - I'll have absorbed most of it poetically through you, Andy.
PS: if i mention your name, will I get a discount???
Thank you Dave.
They may just laugh at you and throw you out! 🤣😈🙄
Andy
You have just become a big disappointment to me, Andy!
But I wouldn't laugh at you, we would go and have a pint somewhere. Cheers!
Andy
I wish you many happy days playing. Nothing like getting out in the fresh air and gentle exercise at the same time. Have fun Andy. Have a good Wednesday.
So very true Cassie, I have played in competitions where I have been on the lawn for six or seven hours.
Andy
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