A Game of Cricket (Photo credit: eviltomthai)
Vitay Lampada
There’s a breathless hush in the Close tonight –
Ten to make and the match to win –
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it’s not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season’s fame,
But his Captain’s hand on his shoulder smote
“Play up! play up! and play the game!”
The sand of the desert is sodden red, –
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; –
The Gatling’s jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England’s far, and Honor a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks,
“Play up! play up! and play the game!”
This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in a flame,
And falling fling to the host behind –
“Play up! play up! and play the game!”
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explanation: http://www.johnderbyshire.com/Readings/vitai.html
The Bard on the Hill 
game has been fixed for too long, long live the change
I haven’t ever read this one before. Thanks for posting it.
It’s famous in Britain and used to be much quoted in some circles, but now mostly makes people squirm. War is not like cricket.
Missed this before but remember learning it at school. As a previous poster said war is not like cricket but there are times unfortunately when some have to be prepared to go out to bat – great poem.