My finest hour !

One of those precious memories...

It's with fondest regards,

I return to heady days and a game, 
played between 22 yards
on a green and pleasant field

First in my refer, a cup final
an innings of flare,
like King Arthur with Excalibur,
my bat, I did courageously wield.

On a crusade of pillage and plunder, 
each bowler, I took savagely asunder
as against me their resolve, 

did totally yield.

Then later in scenes of tumult and rapture
I rose up my arduous capture,
of that much coveted, 

silver shield!

Or from a recess in mind, 
thoughts aplenty, return in kind
of a victory, from the jaw of defeat
I managed to snatch 

Not one to bury my head in the sand
Like an ostrich, who can't understand?
with our team in dire need, I bowled at great speed
taking matters firmly in hand

First, I snaffled a return catch, 
then clean bowled the last three in a batch
to win a most enthralling, engaging
and highly unlikely, cricket match!

Now long in this bliss, could I reminisce
in memories, of nostalgia and fun
but my finest hour, the greatest by far
and it mattered not, if we lost or we won! 

Such feelings of elation, 
mixed with joy and sensation
the emotion I felt, caused my heart to melt,
more so, than anything else I've ever done!

Was just yesterday, 

when I walked onto the field to play,
a game of cricket, for the first time, 

as a proud father,together with my Son!

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

You have paved the way well for your terrific ending, Tom. Showing your son the ropes of the game you love must have been the greatest thrill of your life. And watching him play, a source of your greatest pride. Being a parent is the most wonderful coaching experience there is. Thanks for such a heart warming poem.

[Tom]

Thank you kindly Joyce.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

awww The memories!! To be an adventurous stealthy athlete...... (sigh)
I've never played cricket... I'm always opened to learning new things, though. :)
We must forge on to renew our passions... it's not the end, eh? ;)

Refreshing write indeed!

[Tom]

Far from it Robbie, its just the beginning lady !

[Frieda P]

Great imagery in this one, wasn't sure where it was going at first, but you paint this one so vividly, muchly enjoyed!

[Tom]

Thank you muchly Frieda !

[Rita L. Sev]

You really painted the scene here, Tom; very nice! The warm nostalgia comes through. :)

[Tom]

Cheers Rita !

[Sami Khalil]

"Such feelings of elation,
mixed with joy and sensation
the emotion I felt, caused my heart to melt,
more so, than anything else I've ever done!

Was just yesterday, when
I walked onto the field to play,
cricket, for the first time, a proud father,
together, with my Son!"
As you treasure the moments with them , they will look back one day and appreciate you being there and sharing in the successes and defeats in sports and any other occasion . This is a bittersweet with nostalgic tones. A very lovely and good poem...:)

[Tom]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Emmy]

Nice poem!

[Tom]

And kindly thanks to you too dear reader !

[SyberRose]

A lovely memory with you son as they grow up so fast...and hopefully photos to share along the way.
Nicely penned and loved the theme...Rose

[Tom]

Thank you Rose

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

What a detailed description of a treasured memory... I love the imagery that you have used, and the way that you have told a story with your words. This was nicely written; good flow, nice use of language, very moving.

[Tom]

Thank you kindly girl Friday

[Marie]

zzza "finest hour" revisited--with your son. A precious memory to keep and build on.

[Tom]

Yes indeed Marie and thank you

[Sheila Kline]

What a proud day indeed!! May you always hold this dear memory close to you!! You are right - winning was not the most important thing that special day!

[Tom]

Exactly Sheila !