Sundown with Ben

I wanna sit and watch the sun go down just one more time with Ben

Just wander back in time a bit to those good times way back when

He steamed in on an angle his blond hair blowing in the breeze

The ball in hand young batsmen often trembled at the knees

The view for us behind the stumps was a pleasure to behold

It didn’t matter if the ball was new or even forty overs old

We had Wardy and we always felt that things could turn our way

And be celebrating a hard fought win later, at the end of play

And with the bat it was much the same, if Ben just turned it on

Opposition chances of a win, in a moment would be gone

Boundaries smashed and pickets cleared with some monotony

We were there with front row seats, how lucky can you be

But off the field is the real story, just a ripping humble bloke

Who loved his sport, his team, the game, a beer, a laugh, a smoke

He never talked about his feats and couldn’t care less if he failed

All Ben was ever interested in was if the team prevailed

So when we go to cricket now at the Waroona Cricket Ground

Let’s hang around a while until the sun starts to go down

And talk of life and legend of those great times way back when

We were lucky enough to play with and share a sundown beer with Ben.

Cheers John Mason November 2015