Exercising he jogs around the field,
stops, stretches, do some push-ups,
pushing with power against the scrum cart,
later running some sprints
between the grid lines
thinking about the tackling mob
how to avoid,
to sidestep at speed
how to plunge through
with almost raving fury
on the battle plain, when the war
of rugby rages,
adrenaline and sheer willpower
overcomes the enemy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem