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Odes to Croquet


An Ode to Croquet

For JC, with great respect

There’s a breathless hush on the courts today,

for here the white-clad members play.

 

As the sun beats down on those sheltering hats

comes the click of the ball and the plotting chats.

 

Now hear the gasp of surprise and delight

as a ball goes through that hoop of white.

 

The shadows lengthen across the green.

Oh! How idyllic this peaceful scene.

 

When, loud and splendid, comes the call,

Go on then! Hit the bloody ball!”



                                                                                                                             Raymond May 

                                                                                 (with apologies to Sir Henry Newbolt)

                                                    November 2011

The New Season

Prepare the courts with line and marker

No longer do the days grow darker.

Unpack your whites, dust off your mallet, gather the coloured balls.

For spring has come, and Croquet calls!

                                                        Raymond May 

                                                February 2012