The roar of the crowd,
Welsh hearts, skip a beat,
A nation sits proud,
On the edge of their seat.
An army of Red,
Such vigour they sing,
To win the Six Nations,
What joy it will bring!
They spring to the challenge,
With strong, mighty force,
With blood sweat and honour,
They show no remorse,
Apart from the cheering,
The job is now done,
With pure elevation,
The cup is now won!
A match made in Heaven,
And, Oh what a score!
On the day our Welsh boys,
Made a proud Dragon roar!
Jayne Louise Davies
Not into Rugby, but your poem is excellent - very well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Valerie! Glad you like it x