Onto the lawn I went
To play another match,
Another match in the winter tournament.
I was playing Bob,
A man of many years,
Many years older than I.
We played and I played well,
I managed to beat him.
It was a good game
And we had some good shots,
Also humour as we played,
Played the game we both loved.
That is the wonder of our club,
Whether we win or lose
There is always joy,
Always joy and respect,
In this wonderful game of croquet,
This wonderful game we play.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We have a winter croquet tournament at our croquet club and I am doing well at the moment.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Lovely story about companionship, nice read.
Thank you Katie, yes the game brings companionship to us all.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
I can hear the enjoyment in every word Andy so my best wishes go out to you in this game.
Most kind soren, yes I thoroughly enjoy the game.
Andy
You are most welcome, it is those little things that we enjoy that make life worthwhile
This is all very well, but wot about the rulz of the game in verse, much easier to retain than an official book, Andy?
If I set out the rules for you Dave and you read them you may well haev to go and lay in a darkened room for three weeks.
Andy
Oh dear - the dark arts of croquet, hey?
Joy and respect are the bread and butter of these years in life. Cheers, Andy 🙏🏻🕊🌷
So very true Rik and this game brings them to me. Thank you.
Andy
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