A poem about cricket

Cricket is a game,
Played only by those
Few distorted people
Who do not fear
The Ball.
A fist of fury
Held by the bowler,
Leaving its blood-stain mark.
The bowler aims
To falter the fearless
Faces surrounding them.
The batsman,
Poised and ready
To fight.
A look of determination.
Yet,
Behind the stone pupils
There lies a secret
Terrified (yet excited) young child
Holding the wooden bat
For the first time;
They had started to love the game
Which they knew
They would never stop playing.

Everyone who plays
Loves the game.



                                                                                          By Alex P-S