FOOTBALL MEMORIES .

Otago Witness, Issue 2842, 2 September 1908, Page 70

FOOTBALL MEMORIES .

'Tis th« fLrst chill breath of the winter, Rugby balls are kicked about; Ah! old memories will enter, 1 As the crowds in tumult shouit. As the football fields have spoken Thio' the years they're # s>peiaking now, Tho' my leg is crushed an<i broken. And th© white hair linies my brow. Dash of forwa.rds, backs- fast fleeting, Flash of heels, and they're away! How nty old lieart's raster beating With exciftement of the play! Passing run — th« ball they're flinging ' Hand to hand— across the line Someone diaahes, cheers are ringing, Flash of gams in '89. * Pack is down ; just one 'short moment And if touch be found, game ends; Drawn, so for. — crowd's' in a fom«n't; Gi-ewt suspension battle- lende. Ball's thrown in — the- pack is wheeling — Half back whips the leather up; Scopes, around the blind side stealing — * Thus wie won the Auckland Cup. Ah! the games w« had together,, Battling- for the deaa- old Shore; Seems to me th© question's whether We loved 1 gama or suburb more. O, the mates I hiadi (andi many Since have "wed . amd settled down). 0, the girls I loved! Do any Ever think of Jimmy Brown? Jimmy Brown, the ;wing thres-qu-artear, . Who was famous for his speed.. In their suburb o'er tbe water v Do they ever care or h«ed If a tale is told of roaring. Gtood old days of life and) fun ; How he jumped the full back, eeoring Winning try in '91? / Days of life and days of spirit. There's- a glamour o'er them all ('Tis the age "that we inherit Eyer drives us to the wall). But I've will, and, could I show it (L«gr, you see, ain't parop'ly set) — Blimey! if a would-be poet Wouldn't turn (footballer yet! — E. L. Etxe. Devonp'ort, Auckland.