It was a beautiful June day,
The crowd had come
To hear the glorious sound,
The sound of leather on willow,
As the glorious game of cricket
Was played in the shining sun.
The game was over for the day,
Back tomorrow for another day
Of bat on ball.
Then it happened,
The clouds did gather,
The wind did howl,
The rain did fall,
The rain turned to snow.
The beautiful green sward
Now covered in deep white snow.
The umpire put on his boots,
Dug his way to the centre of the pitch,
Looked around and declared,
“There will be no play today!”
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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In June? Arrgghh! Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi, yes very true.
See http://www.espncricinfo.com/magazine/content/story/462037.html
Ahh I thought you were in Australia. Their June is like our December, sort of. Well everything's upside down there. They probably see us as upside down!
Sorry to jump in...
but I thought the same...that it was referencing Australia! I do have to be careful of what I say about Australians! Many of them are my relatives!!
Snow falls upwards in Australia - good fun write - and true to boot.
Thanks Michael, a bit of fun.
Ohhhhhh ANDY ~ If only that had happened in OZ at least we could have DRAWN the first three Tests. My DAD was a great cricketer in his DAY ~ I have always favoured tennis in the Summer ~ and you only need two and a net ~ not 22 and acres of ground & side screens & cucumber sandwiches & and a scoreboard (preferably manual) & a pavilion and a car park etc etc ! I will play cricket in Heaven in 2074 (when I'm genetically programmed to get there @ 91) because we will have an eternity to play and we will have new BODIES ~ AMEN ~ BRIAN
I have just turned on the cricket in Australia - play abandoned for the day - it's raining.
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