Skittle Alley in Saeby Forest, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Aagaad Carl Frederik Peder skittle-alley_in_saeby_forest (1882)Skittle Alley in Saeby Forest. Spring Morning, Carl Frederik Peder Aagaad (1882)

Skittle Alley in Saeby Forest, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Winter has finally said its goodbye.
Was it easy on our skittle alley?
To Saeby Forest our eag’r feet shall fly,
With skittles in a bag, all are antsy.

Holding our breath, we will soon discover,
Will we play, or the balls sit anoth’r day?
At the count of three, we lift the cover.
Money’s in the pot, we’re ready to play.

Quickly, from the many sticks take your pick,
To set the order of how we will roll.
Now approach the alley to do your trick,
What great skill, where did you learn how to bowl?

Game prevails from millenniums ago,
By my simple count continues to grow.

 

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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