We were
uncomfortable
they were
nice to us in NZ
they were
nice to us the whole week
and we were
uncomfortable
we were
uncomfortable
they were
nice to us
I can’t
stand this anymore
I’m not playing
cricket like this
I said at
the team meeting
we’re going
at them as hard as we can
I can’t
stand this anymore
we were
uncomfortable
In the final
if we get a crack at them
I’m letting
everything out
they were
nice to us that whole week
You know what? They deserved it.
words from Brad Haddin,
Australian wicketkeeper
Dom
Post, 2 April 2015Credit note and poet bio: This poem is new and unpublished and is reproduced by permission of the author, John Howell.
John Howell lives in Ngaio, Wellington. Recently he retired from ministering at the Union Parish in Taupo. He has published two books of prayers. He has degrees in science, arts, theology, a diploma in Business Studies.
Tim says: The Cricket World Cup 2015 may have finished a few weeks ago now, and Australia were rightfully the favourites, but that final still burns!
The Tuesday Poem: This week, it's In Carbondale by Cliff Fell, selected by Harvey Molloy: both poem and discussion are well worth reading.
2 comments:
Excellent poem, very clever and funny.
I never thought of sledging and a sledge as related concepts. Perhaps one needs more snow for that association to occur.
Very apposite.
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