Evening Green

   Evening Green

   Green carpet of rich sweet grass, two acre in all, lined by mighty Elm with trunks of weathered stone that only nature can form.Timber temple does stand proud with glazed doors and cricket teas on tables that fold.
   Old dust filled pavilion is home to rollers and lime where years have passed since laughter filled it's eves, ghosts of past matches rest while willow strikes leather.
   Families picnic on tartan blanket in summers evening sun as cries from hopeful bowlers ride the cool breeze. The sound of horse shoe does beat the tarmac as great regal hunter passes in rich leather bridal with socks of white.
   Couples pass heading to country lane and evening walk while wise old characters rest on ancient grey bench telling tales and putting world to right, their faces wear a thousand winters with pipe and fag dancing to every word.