Tag: rugby poem
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The Scrum of Life
The Scrum of Life In twisted bodies, sweat and toil The scrum unfolds, a physical soil Where strength and wills are tested deep And only teamwork lets the spirit keep Like life itself, the scrum’s a grind Where every step forward’s hard to find But in the push and pull, we discover might And in…
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The Power of One
The Power of One Beneath the posts, we find our place, A team united, a shared embrace. No single star can win the fight, It’s in our bond we find the light. The forwards toil, the backs take flight, Each playing part, both grit and might. From ruck to maul, from scrum to pass, Our…
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A Bond Beyond the Game
A Bond Beyond the Game Through the mud and the sweat, we’ve stood side by side, In the heat of the battle, where hearts collide, With every tackle, every shared pain, A bond is forged that will always remain. Long after the whistles and fields are still, The memories linger, the camaraderie thrills, For rugby’s…
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Finding Strength in Defeat
Finding Strength in Defeat The final whistle cuts the air, A heavy silence, hearts laid bare, Mud-streaked faces, heads held low, The pain of loss, a bitter show. But in the bruises, lessons hide, In every stumble, every slide, For life, like rugby, tests our will, Through storms of doubt, we climb the hill. Defeat…
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Steel and Stone
Steel and Stone In the scrum they bind with force and might, A wall of muscle, ready for the fight, With grit and power, they drive the line, The backbone of the team, in every grind. They toil in silence, their work unseen, In the push and shove, they reign supreme, With strength and heart,…
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Chasing Glory
Chasing Glory The whistle blows, the chase begins, A surge of speed, the wind that spins, With every stride, the field unfolds, A rush of passion, brave and bold. The defenders close, but can’t keep pace, The try line beckons, it’s a race, A step, a swerve, the gap is found, A heartbeat racing, feet…
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Rainy Day Rugby
Rainy Day Rugby A rugby pitch in misty haze, The rain falls soft in steady sprays, A glistening green beneath the skies, Where every droplet softly flies. The ball bounces low, then skips so high, Through puddles where the echoes lie, The muddy trails that feet will trace, A dance of strength, of speed, and…