Sunday, December 01, 2013

POEM - Rugby Among the Tongans

Saturdays in Cucamonga
Finau would let me know
It was time to go
For a little drive
Down the street
To Ontario
Just past the In-n-Out
To where the Tongans played
And oh how they played

I had not seen enough rugby
To know what I was missing
After I saw it
I knew
I’d always love it

Rugby
Played by Polynesians
Is an art all its own
They adopted it
And set the standard
For unbelievable aptitude
As thirty brick walls
Went out to battle
Over an enlarged oblong ball
With apparent disregard
For pain or discomfort
Of any sort

I sat on the sidelines
Savoring my jelly-filled keke
Basking in the welcoming warmth
Of Tongan society
Enjoying their sport

Thrilling from scrum to try



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