For The cricket season, these spectator trees
Faithfully dress themselves in stately splendour.
They see the square improved with caressing care
And white clad players once more enact
The ancient ritual of our English game
Woven from the threads of our character.

Character that brings humour and colour.
The boundless fascination of bat and ball
That lures even pygmy talents to the crease
With giant hope and forgotten noughts.

For some the glory, but on a special day
The gnawing disappointment that keeps the ego
Within the frame of our unpredictable game.
For ladies and children and all the membership;
Sunshine, excitement, laughter and fellowship.