Hello and welcome,
Today's poem is about rugby. I love it, the power, the pride, the loyalty. I think it is an amazing game and truly believe that rugby players are some of our modern day gladiators. I know that some countries will not know what I am talking about, but I still love this poem and all it encompasses.
Rugby’s Pride
The small and the mighty.
The thick and the thin.
The warm up, the tension.
And then it begins.
One kick of the ball.
The pack then descends.
The fast and the furious.
These giants of men.
Where men fear men.
The battle ensues.
The small and the mighty.
All battered and bruised.
Modern day gladiators.
The power they bring.
They pound always onwards.
As they fly up the wing.
Sweat mixed with sweat.
Bowed down to the mud.
Mud mixed with sweat.
And sweat mixed with blood.
Power houses of passion.
Pound over the line.
Heaving and shoving.
These athletes so fine.
They brawl in the maul.
The battle scream cried.
A game almost won.
Their eyes burn with pride.
By Helen Stallard
March 2 2014
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