Since time began
There’s been a giant man
In all walks of life and so today,
Commerce, politics, peace and play.
Myths tell tales:
Of the tall and strong
Some right and some wrong
Some malicious and some kind
You don’t have to look far to find.
As far back as Atlantis
The giants were golden mystics
With powers beyond our ken
Not now nor then.
Today myths are made:
On fields of battle
As lethal sabres rattle
Courage and bravery recorded
With medals and honours rewarded.
From days of old in Myths we’re told:
Like knights of old in the lists
Showing their insignia in the morning mists
Colours green/gold, white/red and black
For courage today there is no lack.
Myths become the giants:
Who play the mighty game
Such tournaments bring glory and fame
As we remember the giant’s name
Tall, strong and fleet as game.
Wearing the favours of their fans
Not on their arms, but in the stands
Their cheers to spur them on
Urges the winning try and conversion.
Myth to remember:
The winning side holds up high
The golden cup which brings by
Winning the state of giant-hood
Who on such hallowed ground once stood.
The game takes its name from Rugby
A town in the heart of England
But whose home is Twickenham today
On whose sacred ground the Giants play.
© David Tenneson 2015.