When an Old Cricketer Leaves the Crease - Roy Harper
When the day is done
And the ball has spun
In the umpire's pocket away
And all remains in the groundsman's pains
For the rest of the time and a day
There'll be one mad dog and his master
Pushing for four with the spin
On a dusty pitch with two pounds six
Of willow wood in the sun
When an old cricketer leaves the crease
You never know whether he's gone
If sometimes you're catching a fleeting glimpse
Of a twelfth man at silly mid-on
And it could be Geoff and it could be John
With a new-ball sting in his tail
And it could be me and it could be thee
And it could be the sting in the ale
The sting in the ale
Steve
15th February 2024
Thank you for setting up this memorial to Christopher.
We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.
Sent by Co-op Funeralcare on 26/01/2024
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland