We stand, waiting

In British summer sunshine

Ultraviolet heat 


Like stumped out cigarettes, 

Left to burn


Silent, stillness

With sun cream soaked skin 

A delicate dust haze


Clenched cane handle

38 inches of willow tree

We’ll pop this bounding cork 


Rising from the ashes

We are phoenixes on fire 


Test our limits with 

A five day desire


Cricket is all we know 

And just watch us 

For boldly we will go

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