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Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
Clevedon Cricket Club - 150, Not Out
The sound of ball on willow
Across one, fifty years
A cricket club here started
By early pioneers
Those showing batting prowess
Those riding on their luck
Fine centuries all lauded
Not so each golden duck
Above the town of Clevedon
Below tall Dial Hill
Eager batsmen padding
Fielders waiting still
Matches on a knife-edge
Those too quickly lost
A moment’s inattention
An opener pays the cost
Names that made the annals
Remembered to this day
Sons who followed fathers
Proud to watch them play
Around the pitch spectators
In sunshine take their ease
While back in the pavilion
The ladies make the teas.
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