I dream of a place
With a steady pace
People of different race
Blending with smiling face
Poles apart, not exactly same
But Rugby being the game
For which together they all came
This my friend is not so lame
I dream of a color so bright
In which we show our might
Forget black and white
Our noble banner blue is just right
We maybe small to some
But together when we all come
Be sure, be ready to welcome
Lethal punch we practice seldom
I dream of a dream
Oh…wait this is no dream
As real as coconut cream
My Fiji a reality, no dream
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The Salty Surf
PoetryJust a growing collection of original poems. A figment of my imagination... constructive criticism appreciated. Oh and if you like it.....please vote....pweedy pweeze Please Vote and let me know how I can change this for the better. Or maybe this...
