The warm barrels of a shotgun with cordite in the air.
Sailing on the ocean with the South wind in my hair.
Crampons dug in deeply on a rocky, slimy face.
Heaven can be found on earth if you know the right place.
The game of golf is boring, it’s anathema to me.
I’d rather be in the kitchen shelling pea after pea!.
I wish I could still play rugby and ride a horse on Camber Sands,
But that life is over. It’s now full of different kinds of plans.
Now I’m watching on the TV as a number seven wins the ball.
I’m listening for the telephone to ring with a film producer’s call.
Yes, I’ve had my moments and perhaps there are more to come,
But I’ll never again be packing down in the back row of a scrum!
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