The Cameo

The batsman shrugs and leaves the crease

Reluctantly, and ill at ease.

The scorer turns; is heard to say,

"Old Mel was looking good today".

The chevrons go against his name;

No comfort that it’s just a game

The long walk back with shoulders bent

Desiring no acknowledgement.

No ripple please, no "Bad luck" call;

Faint praise is worse than none at all.

The bowlers’ heads were down & shaking,

The runs were surely there for the taking.

A three, a four, and then another;

A well judged two to extra cover

Then- caught & bowled; it must be said

It should have gone above his head.

Batsman; ignore the faint applause.

Remember this to help your cause;

Some men too old to play at all

And boys who will but are too small

Enjoyed those runs for their true worth;

A part of English summers’ mirth.

By Arthur Salway