The Victory

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 stance

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 was fine!


Waiting hurt more than a wrongful sin bin,

and just when he thought hope had died for the win,


Sounds of a victory rang in his ears!

Whooping and hollering, catcalls and cheers!


He’d scored for his team, the try was ruled ‘in’!

The team celebrated a glorious win!


Hemi was praised for his skills on attack

but the dream in his heart was to be an All Black!!

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