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

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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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