Two sportsmen were approaching, followed by a three, a five, a six

This band of amateurs coming after me to carry me home 
on sweat-soaked shoulders, shirts cotton, buttoned down

Hooped, green-yellow; striped red-white, fearsome sight
On cold community playing-fields, under glaring floodlights
Brothers a-rated, know their strengths, ready for the fight

Ruck, reverse ball, thrown past his bloodied head
full back takes ball, drives on, punts, to make it fly
line out, jumps high, catches wet, the ball of lead
knock-on, scrum, put-in, then winger scores a try


                                            © edenbraytoday17.04.2021

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