Jonathan ROBIN

Freshman - 547 Points (22 September / London)

Eleven - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN


Eleven, eleven, eleven years old,
intrepid, courageous, becomingly bold,
awaiting the whistle to aim at the goal,
youth victory snatches to go for the gold.

Eleven in yellow, eleven in blue,
first warm up, then face out, they know what to do,
team practice their axis extended, each soul
feels ready, steels steady, heart heady, on cue.

Eleven enthusiasts, courage extolled,
engage without rage on the field that has told
long tales of hopes met or defeats swallowed whole,
on one ball all focus as onwards its rolled.

Eleven, eleven, well matched, tackle through,
a game which enflames passions partisan, true,
team work all important as each knows the role
to play so the day stays as record all view

Rupert Kensho Robin Le Saux written Chateaugiron 23 October 2006

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Eleven poem © Jonathan Robin

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 22, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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