Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan


GRAND RAPIDS CRICKET CLUB

In Grand Rapids is a handsome club,
     Of men that cricket play,
As fine a set of skillful men
     That can their skill display.
They are the champions of the West,
     They think they are quite fine,
They've won a hundred honors well;
     It is their most cunning design.

Brave Kelso, he's considered great,
     Chief of the club he is found;
Great crowds he draws to see him bowl
     The ball upon the ground.
And Mr. Follet is very brave,
     A lighter player than the rest,
He got struck severe at the fair ground
     For which he took a rest.

When Mr. Dennis does well play,
     His courage is full great,
And accidents to him occur,
     But not much, though, of late.
This ball play is a dangerous game,
     Brave knights to play it though;
Those boys would be the nation's pride,
     If they to war would go.

From Milwaukee their club did come,
     With thoughts of skill at play,
But beat they was, and then went home --
     Had nothing more to say.
Grand Rapids club that cricket play,
     Will soon be known afar,
Much prouder do the members stand,
     Like many a noble star.



Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore, ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).

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