The Cricket Hat

The hat,
The magnificent cricket hat
drowned in memories,
of the long-forgotten season.

My red hat,
warm as a heater on full blast,
the inside is black as coal.

It gives me memories
of forgotten times I’ve had
and the friends I’ve created.

I put it to my neck and smile.
The secrets that it tells me,
the great times that I’ve had.
Everything it’s told me.
My great cricket hat.