FOOTBALL IN POETRY.
Sir, —Kotare says there is no pooi of football; did ho never hear this?— Oh the great days in the distance enchanted, Days of fresh air ill the riiin and the sun; How wo rejoiced as we struggled and panted, Hardly believable forty years on. How we discoursed of them one with another, Arguing triumph or balancing fate. Loved tho ally with the heart of a brother, Hated the foe with a playing at hate. William Tkethewy.
Sir, —Sir Ow&n Seaman, while not actually singing the praises of football, has some lines which are appropriate to tho present time. Perhaps Kotare in his excellent articlo on Rugby has overlooked tho following:—
Yet in a hundred scenes, nil much the same, I know that weekly half a million men (Who never actually played the game), Hustling like cattle herded in a pen, • Look on and shout. While two and twenty hirelings hack a ball about. Goal Post.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXVII, Issue 20622, 22 July 1930, Page 12
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