Countdown to Departure Day

Saturday, 22 January 2011

Thought provoking poem!

This is a famous poem written by Sir Henry Newbolt in 1892 and it was used as a propoganda piece in World War 1. I'm sure the Tour Squad won't end up in a war but there'll be some tough battles in Barbados and it may well come down to "Ten to make and the match to win -  A bumping pitch and a blinding light" in the conditions we are likely to find in the Caribbean - the Squad's spirit and comradeship will be vital in such circumstances! It was a bit like that in the last match at the Taunton Festival in August when the Lancs Lads were pipped at the post by Hampshire in a thrilling finish to a week's great cricket.

Vitai Lampada
There's a breathless hush in the Close tonight -
Ten to make and the match to win -
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of the ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote -
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'
 
The sand of the Desert is sodden red -
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; -
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel's dead,
And the regiment's blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks:
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'
 
This is the world that year by year,
While in her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind -
'Play up ! play up ! and play the game !'
 
Sir Henry Newbolt

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