watching wimbledon
drawing a blank
anyone could win
sunshine and grass courts
not a mask in sight
girls in lovely sun hats
cheering on the players
for a moment
i forget the threats
to foreign bullies
forget the impending collision
with the great wall
forget the insidious virus
i remember the world
as it was before
the popping of tennis balls
chilled lemonade
half time oranges
hit miss and giggle
on a saturday afternoon
all gone
never to return
Wimbledon, with all its pomp and ceremony is my favorite. I have actually walked onto Centre Court when a kindly groundskeeper allowed me to in late October 1996. What a thrill. Your poem is beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteSadly yet sweetly nostalgic!
ReplyDelete"All gone never to return," memories get more and precious.
ReplyDeleteLike Helen, we've been through Wimbledon several times but not on the court or on the grounds.
I remember best taking our granddaughter to town on a train in or to see a children's play, "Too Many Penguins". She was three or four and lived in London. Now after five years her family is back in the U.S.
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Excellent, uplifting, and so very needed right now Rall. Beautiful memories opening on a possibility of hope for a sane future.
ReplyDeleteI hope it isn't all gone or if it is I do hope we can replace it will something even better.
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories, and hope for possibility of more of them!
ReplyDeleteI hope it is gone, but who knows? Love this write! Big Hugs!
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