Gail Foster Poet Rhyme

Moving In Mysterious Ways: the All Blacks

The All Blacks, man, are they for real?
They’re faster than the speed of light
Don’t blink, you’ll miss them, they’re surreal
I’m awake, not dreaming, right?
They just left the French for dead
They’re faster than the speed of sound
Eyes in the back of every head
Feet that fly above the ground
What power, what fitness, what on earth
Possesses men to be that fine
What strange goddess gave them birth
What discipline keeps them in line
I sit here gobsmacked, oh my days
I understand now, here’s the crack;
The All Blacks move in mysterious ways
Dark Gods of rugby blessed, in black

by Gail

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Gail Foster October 18, 2015 at 2:28 PM Thanks for reading my poem, I'm so glad you liked it! That game was a pivotal rugby moment for me, and this poem follows on from another rugby poem I wrote recently. I watched the game from the edge of my seat. I 'get it' now. Amazing. All the best to you, John.

John Fleming October 18, 2015 at 10:17 AM Ahhh...yes. The mighty "All Blacks" and their fearsome, knee-trembling Haka! Not something you want to be watching pre-match from your side of the centre I can assure you - No sir!! Nicely expressed, Gail! :) john P.s And yes...They are bl..dy awesome!!!