When, yesterday, Tom broke his wrist, <br />'Twas in a rugby game: <br />His first as one of the 'Fifteen' <br />To bear St. George's name. <br />He played the pillar in the scrum, <br />And threw the ball, as well. <br />The game was fairly new to him, <br />But who could really tell? <br /> <br />He hit the line, and held his own, <br />And forced opponents back. <br />He helped his team advance the ball: <br />The brunt of the attack. <br />Well, in the first half, things were fine: <br />St. George's went ahead; <br />But second half was different, <br />With another in his stead. <br /> <br />The half had barely started when <br />Tom had an accident. <br />An adversary broke his wrist, <br />And it was really bent. <br />So, Tommy had to leave the field, <br />His arm, now in a wrap. <br />And, with him gone, opposing players <br />Sought to close the gap. <br /> <br />The St. John's players and their fans <br />Could feel the tide would turn, <br />For 'number three' had left the game, <br />And they had points to earn. <br />While he was gone, St. John's pulled up <br />And made a forceful try. <br />With seconds left of playing time, <br />They kicked, and earned a tie. <br /> <br />And when we welcomed Tommy back, <br />A cast around his arm, <br />His disappointment couldn't really <br />Overcome his charm. <br /> <br />It's good that we had seen him play; <br />We really wanted to. <br />And he not only made the team, <br />He showed what he could do.<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tom-showed-what-he-could-do/
