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The Little Warrior – AA Anderson

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  • in Australia · Poem
  • — 23 Oct, 2015 at 9:00 am

The Little Warrior

AA Anderson

Bathurst, New South Wales

Australia

 

He walks with bowed head and dragging feet,
Towards his parents, their eyes afraid to meet.
He’d wanted so much that trophy tall,
He’d played with all his might, he gave it all.
They’d lost, the game they’d come to win,
He wanted them to be so proud of him
And now he felt so small, a tear was shed,
He felt he’d lost and let them down instead.

The other team seemed oh! So big and fast,
Their energy just seemed to last and last.
He tried, his teammates they tried too
But the others seemed to beat them through and through.
He stumbles and a gentle hand
Holds fast, it is his loving Gran,
She is so proud of this her little man.

The football game is over, she is glad
He was not hurt, this her tiny lad,
He was so brave he fought his best
And to her mind stood out amongst the rest.
He’d scored a try, her old heart overflowed
He’d taken on the biggest kids the biggest load
To even up the score—but could not stop,
Their final football going o’er the goalpost top.

She holds him firm this little seven year old
And leads her little warrior back to the fold,
His parent’s hugs soon make him once more grin
It’s then he knows they’re always proud of him,
It’s how you play not what you win.

Bio: This poem was written after AA watched her little grandson play his first football Grand Final.

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  1. Nerida Maloney says:
    October 23, 2015 at 4:42 pm

    Lovely poem well done!

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    • A A Anderson says:
      October 26, 2015 at 9:14 am

      Thank you Nerida much appreciated.

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  2. Michelle says:
    October 23, 2015 at 5:00 pm

    A lovely heartfelt poem. You could almost see his little lip trembling….

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    • A A Anderson says:
      October 23, 2015 at 7:26 pm

      Thank You Michelle . I am glad you liked it.

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  3. Marianne says:
    October 23, 2015 at 5:45 pm

    Beautiful sentiment

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    • A A Anderson says:
      October 23, 2015 at 7:27 pm

      Thank you, Marianne much appreciated.

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  4. djnewman says:
    October 23, 2015 at 8:18 pm

    In the end, he was a winner after all.

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    • A A Anderson says:
      October 24, 2015 at 8:42 am

      Yes DJ and thank you for reading my poem.

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  5. Inez says:
    October 23, 2015 at 9:43 pm

    Well done once again, AA!

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    • A A Anderson says:
      October 24, 2015 at 8:43 am

      Thank you Inez.

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  6. Kirk Colilns says:
    October 23, 2015 at 10:16 pm

    How sad it is that in all sport we cheer the winners and sadly ignore the losers. Well done zAA.

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    • A A Anderson says:
      October 24, 2015 at 8:44 am

      Glad you liked it Kirk.

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  7. Rob Wilson says:
    October 25, 2015 at 7:08 pm

    I am sure this poem was from the experience of watching one of your own. Nice thoughts from seeing them grow.
    Rob L. Wilson

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    • A A Anderson says:
      October 26, 2015 at 9:13 am

      Yes it was one of my grandsons Rob. When I can I like to watch my grandchildren play sport.

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  8. Violet Lysle says:
    November 12, 2019 at 4:02 pm

    My dear friend Jan, you have a wonderful way with words and emotions. I could learn a lot from you! Violet

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