Part of his soul
Will always stay
With the cricket club
Yet my soul
Is not yet fully infused here
With the sound of bat on ball
Of course there was a time
In another place
Of a Saturday afternoon
And maybe, just maybe
I might relive
That most splendid experience
A ball leveraged through mid-off
Onto the seated terrace
Or clouted, over mid-on, into the river
But here the boundaries are land
Land and more land
To all four corners
