Junior Almanac Poetry: Essendon

Heather McDonald is Archie Rawlings’ teacher. She writes:

 

It’s a cold wintry night and I’m not at the footy.  I’m at my local primary school’s poetry reading night.  And for the first time in his life this little eight year old footy fan stands on stage ready to recite his poem.  A poem he’s written about his team.  The only team he’s ever loved.  The only colours he’s ever worn.  Red and Black, in Adelaide.  Now that takes courage.

Fronting the microphone takes another sort of courage.  So does sharing your 8 year old dream.

 

 

Bombers by Archie Rawlings

 

The umpire holds the ball,
The crowd starts to roar,
The ruckmen face each other,
The crowd watch in awe.

 

The ball hits the turf.
Merrett kicks it long,
It sails through the air,
And Daniher takes it strong.

 

He stands, pulls up his socks,
He lines up straight,
He slots it through for a goal.
The crowd cannot wait,

 

They wave their banners and cheer,
Bombers,
Bombers,
Bombers,
Bombers,

 

I can’t believe it,
They are the premiers this year!

Comments

  1. John Harms says:

    Fantastic stuff Archie. You certainly are courageous. And please pass on thanks to your teacher Heather McDonald for sending this in.

  2. Keli Symons says:

    That’s terrific Archie, I can hear the roar of the crowd in your poem. Well done!!

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