A cricket ball
Did fall
Into a pristine
Village stream
And was swept away.
And the squire of yesterday
Counted the cost
Of a cricket ball,
Forever lost
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K Morris - Poet 
My father was a huge cricket fan, Kevin, and both my boys play. Nice poem.
Its good to know that your boys both play cricket, Robbie and that your father was a fan of the game. Being blind, I used to play with a football containing bulbarians so that I and the other visually impaired players could hear the ball. Thanks for your comment. Best – Kevin