As the 2010 Canadian season draws to a close, it is perhaps time to reflect on what cricket means to us. It inspires passion, excitement, sometimes frustration and aggression but also nostalgia.  The excellent blog “Down at Third Man” quotes a poem by Leslie Frewin “Now is September Passing Through” which we are happy to reproduce here.

Now is September passing through
The rusted gates of wind and storm and rain,
The cold is cold, and fires leap anew
Until the cricket season comes again
…
And who shall play again? Whose names be on the card,
In some new season, by pavilion door?
Who, too, shall toast with sadness and regard
The bowled September men who’ll play no more?
Read the post and full poem here