And the children came,
Came to play the game,
The game us adults enjoy
It is part of our lives.
So we showed them,
Showed the children the glory,
The glory of playing croquet.
Onto the lawns we took them
And showed them,
Showed them the beautiful game.
And they learned,
Learned how to play.
All around the lawns there was laughter,
Laughter and enjoyment,
The all enjoyed the game.
And when asked
“Will you play it again?”
Most said yes,
And they will.
But one thing pleased me,
Pleased me so much
As just before they left
After they had their drink,
Their drinks and biscuits,
One of the young lads came up to me,
He was one of the boys I showed,
Showed how to play the game.
He walked up to me
Looked deep into my eyes
And said “thank you,
Thank you very much”.
And that meant a lot to me,
Showing there is respect,
Respect in the young generation.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We had some primary school children come to the croquet club to learn the basics of the game and they all seemed to enjoy it.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
A fun read Gold with a sense of joy and exuberance but I loved the message of respect that is a rare commodity amongst young and old now days.
Thank you soren, yes it is so good to see some respect from the youngsters occasionally.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
When respect is given, not expected or required it tends to reproduce genuinely🕊️🙏🏻
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