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Just read this on The Roar and thought it was too good not to share. I hope young Craig did this for his 4th Class English Project, but given the quality of the 'grown ups' writing in the NZ Press I just can't be certain. Enjoy!
My tribute to the mighty All Blacks
Here is my tribute to the New Zealand All Blacks, in a poem:
The roar of the crowd as the All Blacks take the field,
The opposition all thinking they should yield?,
They line up for the anthems,
The crowd sings out so very loud,
We are extremely proud.
The feeling of everyone there is quite rare,
For you see they inspire all of us with determination on their faces,
Their grit, there hunger for success,
Knowing deep down that they have to please the press,
What a hell of a lot of stress.
Their opponents internally shake in fear,
For they know of the all blacks reputation and that they will need to lift a gear,
They will need a leader with strength to steer,
Yet they quiver in fear.
For here the forwards come one by one,
They take the ball up with the force of a train,
Inflicting copious amounts of pain,
The opposition knows it’s turning into a day of rain.
The back line spread the ball wide to the wing,
The crowd roars as one and start to sing,
All Blacks, All Blacks, All Blacks,
It’s a beautiful thing.
The game ends with the opposition broken,
Heads down, beaten, they shake the hands of the All Blacks as a token of admiration,
A battle took place here today some scores settled,
For later tonight it’s a long painful flight back to their own nation.
By Craig Piercy.
My tribute to the mighty All Blacks
Here is my tribute to the New Zealand All Blacks, in a poem:
The roar of the crowd as the All Blacks take the field,
The opposition all thinking they should yield?,
They line up for the anthems,
The crowd sings out so very loud,
We are extremely proud.
The feeling of everyone there is quite rare,
For you see they inspire all of us with determination on their faces,
Their grit, there hunger for success,
Knowing deep down that they have to please the press,
What a hell of a lot of stress.
Their opponents internally shake in fear,
For they know of the all blacks reputation and that they will need to lift a gear,
They will need a leader with strength to steer,
Yet they quiver in fear.
For here the forwards come one by one,
They take the ball up with the force of a train,
Inflicting copious amounts of pain,
The opposition knows it’s turning into a day of rain.
The back line spread the ball wide to the wing,
The crowd roars as one and start to sing,
All Blacks, All Blacks, All Blacks,
It’s a beautiful thing.
The game ends with the opposition broken,
Heads down, beaten, they shake the hands of the All Blacks as a token of admiration,
A battle took place here today some scores settled,
For later tonight it’s a long painful flight back to their own nation.
By Craig Piercy.
