Explore "The Prince, Batting" by Norman Gale on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
As out of a cannon comes the ball! / Quickly it flies to the human wall. / Didn't it go with a will and a whiz? / How lovely it is! How lovely it is!
Four to the east, and four to the west! / Arrowy shots at the Umpire's chest! / Placid the sinewy batsman beams -- / How easy it seems! How easy it seems
Watch! For a ball we could barely poke / The master hand and the radiant stroke! / Glances and cuts and drives and hooks -- / How easy it looks! How easy it looks!
Now is the time we may all forget / Paper and books, for the Prince is set. / Here in the grass, with our work at heel, / How happy we feel! How happy we feel!