The Victory
“Ka mate ka mate!” Hemi cried out! Fire in his belly gave grit to his shout! He stamped on the field, defiant in state Pukana fierce for his victory dance. The full back opponent looked shaken and pale, as Hemi let out a thunderous wail! “Ka ora ka ora!” With try line in sight, Hemi cried loudly with all of his might! Thighs and hands trembling, Hemi stood tall. Drop kick in first and then came a maul. Hemi rushed forward, contesting each play and during the rucks he dived in the fray. Sweat and steam pouring as winter rains came. Hemi was pensive, each score was the same. An error in judgement, a penalty kick! Full time approaching, they’d have to be quick! Southerly gales skewered the ball! ‘Ka mate ka mate,’ Hemi felt small. Wait! A small glimmer of hope shining through! As rain clouds departed he knew what to do. ‘Ka ora ka ora,’ He ran at them hard, charging defenders positioned on guard! The clock winding down, Hemi sped at the line, Touch judge deferring, the margin wa