Ode+To+Rugby+League

Ode to Rugby League

[|Biography Thomas Keneally]

We got to the cupboard, we take out club colours.

And the air sings. The season’s close.

Our boys are running up sandhills, their legs pump.

This season, this season, this is our season.

This year we all start equal.

Kids paint signs, and I am seven again.

I know I will see heroes soon.

I feel the excitement.

I have hope in March, and I might share in the glory of September.

Blow that whistle, ref.

Send that ball soaring.

Blow that whistle ref.

//Poem sourced from: // Mahoney, B. (2009). //Poetry Reloaded.// Melbourne, VIC: Cambridge University Press
 * //<span style="color: #010000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS','sans-serif'; font-size: 19px;">Thomas Keneally //**

//<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Photo from: //<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">http://www.rugbyleaguedigest.com.au/images/nrl-channel-9-rugby-league-free-to-air-viewing-2001.jpg