Jos Buttler
Can I compare thee to a Summer Wind?
Thou art more lovely and more bold
Rough winds do shake the Kiwi calm of June
Whose summer's lease had all too short a date;
Sometime too bright the eye of floodlights shined
But never did your gold complexion dim
Though early doors the Albion cause declined
Your force of nature changed the innings' course.
We pray your youthful summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Trott brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When with eternal drives to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
Trent Bridge still lives and this gives life to thee.
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