Onto the lawn we went,
My friend and I
Ready to compete
By knocking balls through,
Balls through the hoops.
There we were in the middle of summer
Dressed for a winter’s day.
The rain was drizzling down
So we had wet gear on.
We started playing,
The rain eased
So we took of the coverings
And played in normal clothes.
Then the sun came out
And I was in a summer shirt.
We played our games,
Played with joy and pleasure.
We had almost finished
When once more the heavens opened
And again we played in the rain,
Until the end.
The weather never stops us playing,
Playing the game we love.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 6th, 2024 01:17
- Comment from author about the poem: We have even played croquet in the snow!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Breaking balls again dear.Andy? Oh wait that's me 🤣🌹
You be careful Teddy. LOL
Andy
That's a wonderful story.I was taken there with an umbrella.Well done
Thank you David, I hope you stayed dry.
Andy
We think we make our own lives, but in reality, we respond to Nature. "Knocking balls through hoops" "in the rain" doesn't sound like fun, but since Nature has trained you to accept it, it is. Enjoy, like I enjoyed your poem. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil, sometimes we go around the croquet lawn with "IDIOT!" written on our foreheads. LOL
Andy
The kind of spirit and endurance which once made Britain great! 😊😂👍
Much appreciated Dave or it may be that we are just idiots. LOL
Andy
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