THE BATSMAN.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 2, 26 March 1920, Page 9

THE BATSMAN.

Fifty not out ! And Fate, the umpire, sighs. Old bowler Death is on the wicket still, He breaks and swerves the halls to suit his will ; And yet he cannot take me by surprise. Over! The captain comes with serious eyes ; The twain consult of tricks my bails to spill. The pitch grows bumpy ; I shall need all skill To save me from what Death and Time conti-ive. Yet with a good straight bat and shoulders free I shall not reck of how the trickster bowls — - Round-arm or over-arm, now fast, now slow— But seek to drive him to the boundary ; Tliough to the grey pavilion of Lost- Souls I walk, out l.b.w., at the last. — David McKee Wright ("Bulletin.")