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That old sandlot is still there today, Now sadly the boys no longer come to play. Kit Wright The Roller in the Woods Who would imagine a cricket ground Had ever existed here, Folded into a farm on the downland pasture, Lapping the edge of the oakwood And the buttercup-quilted rides? As Google and History show, it didn't happen but I'm still here, if in need of practice, I have two mad, green shirts and green shoes, draughtsman's boards must be cheap on eBay, and I think the Mexicans still make steel combs. Three of the players were Engineering, one Architecture, all men, the bulk of the fans women. The boyhood memories came rushing back in, Just like a good slider complete with the spin. They shocked the world, when they kicked it through to win the game by three. So, Mom and Dad, please remember in all you say and do, That little child is listening and needs support from you! The world is a husk until you run it, until you find your way over nettle creep, cow dung, hard-trodden clay. Those old Georgian buildings on Earlsfort Tce. There was one long gone whom we fear, so a son we love Went off in pursuit as fast and not fast enough As he could, to the far horizon, was seen there Hurling his spear at one long gone, we were out there Watching him, he would hurry and hurl his spear, Follow it, find it, step with it high and from there Hurl it at one long gone till will please someone Tell him? The pride of the Engineering Faculty at battle in private, till a university-wide championship was flagged up all over the sprawling campus, with entries coming in from Classics, English, Law, you name it, all of them plonkers, using plastic combs, credit cards, nailfiles, sawnoff rulers. Path swallowed by the mare's tail flick of cow parsley. But the skeptics still insisted "They won't win many more. This way faults are formed, continents are realigned forever. Still don't think that TEAMwork wins? The grass grows tall where home plate once stood, A long forgotten landmark in the old neighborhood. And now, Stick nor stone of the old pavilion, Hook nor slat of the scoreboard left: Matthew Sweeney Munich Olympics For the Toll is returned to plough After a century of combat, Sown to a sea of blue-green waves Beneath which it lies drowned. A few moments each game I would steal far away, Back to a time when I could still play. With saddened eyes, "Danny" looked up at them. We would play anyone, anytime, anywhere, But no other team could give us a scare. These decimal coins were new in, and each wore a bird in a Celtic knot design, stolen from the Book of Kells. Your feet pound out the hollowed laughter of this discarded canal. Still he's hurling his spear at no one.
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