Rugby Poetry

So I was going through old piles of poetry for a project, and check out what I found!


smell the pitch.
green.
dirt, rain, pain.
paths traced one hundred fold,
trail broken skin.
heart bounding, beating
racing
over shredded field
torn grass.
blood; mud
grunt through barriers
break bones, tear muscle
grind pores into ground
shove; heave
line by line
win blade by bloody blade.
burn lines with sweat.
salt earth with victory
scream
taste pitch
queen of the green

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