A GISBORNE FOOTBALL HERO.

Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XLV, Issue 14589, 26 April 1918, Page 7

A GISBORNE FOOTBALL HERO.

A RUgby^ riefo?'^ .1. He was; killed m • Flanders: v ' s Above his grave we see no stone or cross; A soldier, loyal to his bravo commanders. We grieye for. nim, and jnoum our heavy loss. ' No longer, when the cold grey winter weather Clothes all the .land with fdg, -we'll sec him take A "-i"' A\ ' With clever hands the wet and mufldy , ' leather, Or through the ruck; fleet as a greyhound, break. * I . ; '- '<:. * ■'/:.;*•;. ■f.^yi-'-'A: ..) For he is dead. . . . No more we'll Avatch him dashing Along the line to score a brilliant try; Or to the ground bring his opponents crashing • When on defence, for he went out to die. -■< yA A At Britain's call he left' the fields' behind him. , And m his uniform marched forth to war! He faced the .giant guns that seemed to blind him, I And bravely fought, but how "he - flghte "' no more. He was.o.ur pride, our speedy wing, threequarter; . And Bess, his sweetheart, worshipped where he trod. ft He played a sterner game across the water Than he had ever played on Rugby's sod. And he* is dead. ., ., . Fate has him m her keeping ' . : " ' ; Who, 'mid loud cheers, would pkss thc t tricky pass; „, Come, lift our hats to him, our hero, sleeping, , .-.■,'. Whp'U sprint no more across/the winter grass. r-E. L. Eyre. • — iw — fmmmmrn mm