My next poem:I remember watching youBowl bouncers ferociously fast,Subtle swing, that hadThe best batsmen outclassed.I remember them fallingLike a pack of dominoes,Some retiring with concussions,Or nursing a broken nose.I remember stumps shattering,i remember edges flying,Looks of resignation emergingAmong players of spirit dying.I remember crafty cuttersDeceiving the sharpest minds,Impeccable pace bowling,The best I'd ever find.But above …
The Forgers of Fantasy 