Like Tennis? Then this poem is for you. Keep watching at www.writtenwithasmile.com for the launch of a brand new poetry book all about Great Britain. This poem, ‘Strawberries and cream’ will feature in the new book, so this is a sneak preview. Leave a comment about the poem if you like, or you are welcome to join our mailing list:-
“Fifteen, love” the umpire’s cry
As thousands judge with critical eye
Look right, then left, across the court
Fine volley in hand, well matched we’d thought.
“Thirty, love”………….and then it starts
The aces fly; sharp breath imparts.
Honed athletes follow coaches word
Gasps from crowd, deuce is heard.
Muscles ripple, grunts and fuss,
Coaching: every one of us!
Pauses after game, thirst quenched,
Clouds above, they may get drenched.
Player’s brow mopped, towel tossed,
Who’d have thought it? Favourite lost?
Match point arrives; it’s all over again,
Hurry for cover, it’s started to rain.
Crowd hum: outsider has captured his dream,
Then pure indulgence, traditional strawberries and cream.
Amongst purple and green, this historic attraction
Never fails to deliver the crowd’s pensive reaction.
And as the rain stops we gather and out for some more,
This Wimbledon glory is what Summer’s for.