Just on halfway, see the white line
Made with a roller and a bucket of lime
A groundsman, with a steady eye and gait
And perhaps a bowl of rolled out twine
Remember the school playing fields
Running tracks and cricket squares
Where precision, and circumference
Both came into play
Running in at a heck of a pace
Then stopping, precisely, as the ball was released
Or taking a leg-and-middle guard
Before tapping the willow, behind the crease
