Poem: Excalibur

Growing up with the cricket, and we all wanted to bowl like Hadlee

which ended up being quite a lot to ask for; quite a lot of us asking

for it. So, instead, for Christmas that year I received a copy of Lance Cairns’

bat. A safer bet.  I’d carry it out to the wicket over my shoulder, there for

a good time, not often a long time. But in the backyard I’d prac…