Out onto the field they came,
Thirty ladies ready to play,
Fifteen against fifteen,
Playing the game I have watched,
Watched all my life,
Watching men play,
But ladies play it now
And it is wonderful to watch.
The match was superb,
Knocking hell out of each other
As they tried to get the oval ball over the line.
So fast and so delicate as well
As the ball went from player to player.
A game that showed me the joy,
The joy of watching rugby.
A game of honour and decency
In spite of the tackles made,
And the power of the ladies.
And after watching the game
A joy was felt by the winners,
And to my mind came the thought,
Showing their strength and power
I wouldn’t arque with them!
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I watched the first semi final of the ladies rugby world cup yesterday, what a superb match. I have bee watching rugby all my life.
- Category: Reflection
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LOL I wouldn't argue with them either, these women are highly trained in stamina and strength, I used to live very close to Twickenham Rugby stadium, and those rugby stars were enormous. Much enjoyed this dear Andy. 🌹
Good write Gold. KP wants to join a team. lol.
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