Mihir Bose, from A Maidan View (1986)
They had no grandstand or marquee,
Down by the Quarry Farm:
There was a wealth of leafy tree
Behind the bowler's arm.
There were no scorecards to be had,
Cushions for folk to hire;
Only we saw the butcher's lad
Bowl out the village Squire.
Lord's and the Oval truly mean
Zenith of hard-won fame,
But it was just a village green
Mothered and made the game.
'The Village Pitch'
Looking forward to next Saturday and my seat at Lord's - thunderstorms keep away!