Wimbledon’s over;

Green lawns and strawberries gone –

Djokovic the champ!

I was spoiled for choice on my haiku subjects in the last few weeks.  The UK tennis highlight is over, and a new champ crowned to fit my haiku.  Murray won last year, of course – the first Brit to do so for 77 years, but he was knocked out by Milos Raonic of Canada in the quarter-finals, and he in turn was knocked out by Roger Federer in the semis.  It was a fantastic men’s final, and I managed to work out some critical plot points for my new book as I watched Roger and Novak battle it out!

Thank you irishmirror.ie for the picture.

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Tuesday Haiku – Wimbledon
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4 thoughts on “Tuesday Haiku – Wimbledon

  • 8 July, 2014 at 5:36 am
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    Jemima, what can I tell you about Wimbledon
    I can’t play tennis
    Watching it is a real bore.
    And I can’t keep score.

    But at least I know this about it:

    WIMBLEDON
    On Wimbledon Green
    Great tennis players come to play.
    Only one is champ.

    Well what do you know
    I’ve just written two Haikus
    And this makes one more !!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

    • 8 July, 2014 at 4:42 pm
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      You’re a poet
      and you don’t know it!

      It’s one of those British things, Wimbledon. I don’t take much notice of tennis through the year (although I’m more interested than I used to be, thanks to Federer), but I’m glued to Wimbledon every year. It’s the sound of summer – as is the Open Golf which starts on July 17th 🙂

  • 8 July, 2014 at 9:45 pm
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    I went to Wimbledon with my father once- he played there long ago and then no so long ago as a senior. Loved it and watch every year!
    Strawberries and cream
    Do not blend with a Pym’s cup
    It is Wimbledon!

    • 11 July, 2014 at 10:47 pm
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      Gosh, he must be good! I went to school not so very far from Wimbledon and some of the girls used to go after school and get in to the late matches on Centre and Court 1. Those were the days of Emerson and Newcombe, and a guy with legs we all admired called Wilhelm Bungert!

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