The Old School Field

We stood upon his old school field, his eyes were all agleam.
He saw himself as a young boy playing for his school rugby team.
He felt the urge of long ago, the thrill once more of play.
The action of the rugby game, standing on his school field today.

He knew there would be challengers from the opposition side.
Win or lose his team would do their best and walk away with pride.
There would be cheers of encouragement and sometimes sighs of woe,
But the action of the rugby game would leave a tingling glow.

Then there would be loud applause, people shouting his name,
When he and his school rugby team with triumph won the game.
Standing on his old school field his heart was filled with joy,
Recalling sporting memories when he was a young boy.

The rugby game, the relay team, the races he ran too
And the proud day making a new record, winning the long jump for his school.
Though it was many years ago, places still look the same:
The old school and the old school field where he learnt his love of the game.

In the future he will come again, to visit and see
His old school and his old school field and reminisce again in memory.