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Born in Treharris Glamorgan.

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Born in Treharris Glamorgan.

Post  Sue McDonald on Mon Feb 27 2012, 06:43

Where mountains were capped with coaldust,
lived a boy, who loved cricket the game,
he had no bat ball or wickets,
from a family of bakers he came.

He practised day in and day out,
to make cricket, his profession,
without doubt,
but a family that came
put doubt on that game,
so a baker he was and grew stout.

He kept up his loved sport of cricket,
played every spare minute and day,
was well known for his fast spinning ball,
when a club found him called Ebbervale.

He played for Glamorgan, so proudly,
wore their jumper with daffodill proud,
he loved the rewards of their praise,
and the crowd, when they cheered so loud.

He was one of their most feared players,
his off spinning known country wide,
went with Glamorgan, to stardom,
when they beat English players, Surrey side.

The tide turned, on welshman, George Shaw,
when he moved, with his wife, and four more,
to London, he went, to broaden talent, AND,
he joined Surrey side, with UPROAR !

He moved to a country, with new hopes,
brought his talents, of baking and sport,
had certificates for,pastries and bread,
though cricket was all that he sought.

Australia's sun topped green mountains,
were a change from coal dust and small warmth,
as he settled in warm vivid country,
he pined for his sport,with heart torn.

He coached a small club in Para Hills,
found his name in the papers again,
George Bernard Shaw proves a find,
as Para Hills find their glory and fame !

They described him a'' RED FACED WELSHMAN''
who took 3/55 from 27 overs,
from rag balls, to red balls,
stick bats to real bats,
Our father, he lived for his dream.


It wasn't long hours that took him,
while he worked in a bakery, so hot
nor the cricket,he lived and he prayed for,
as he spun cricket ball with torment.

Was a car with mechanical problems,
that took him to heaven above,
now he plays his loved sport in the sky,
he always said, cricket was heaven sent !





© by Sue McDonald 09/07/97


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Re: Born in Treharris Glamorgan.

Post  mikeschultz on Tue Feb 28 2012, 09:16

What a wonderful tribute poem. Very well done. Like a Star @ heaven Like a Star @ heaven Like a Star @ heaven
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