Fifteen

The scent of deep heat 

Fills the air

Minds are fixed and focused

Tape binds ears and hair

Final words from Captain Tom

Shirts pulled on with pride

Happy to be back again

Smiles are big and wide

Tramp out to the field of play

Final stretch and thought

Steel yourself mentally

For the battle to be fought

I don't like mud

I don't like rain

Don't mind the hits

Don't notice the pain

When I'm part of fifteen

I'm happy as can be

On the field of play

My game, rugby

The referee blows his whistle

The heard pounds really hard

Anticipating the big hit

As you dash the final yard

When contacts made the first time

A smile comes to my face 

The summer break a memory

I'm in my perfect place

I don't like mud

Don't mind the rain

Love the hits

Don't feel the pain

When I'm part of fifteen

I'm happy as can be

On the field of play

My game, rugby

I'll battle, I'll toil, I'll work and strive

Hope I can last season twenty five

If this is summer

If this is summer

Then don the shorts and shades

Head to the beach with buckets and spades

Breathe in the air, soak up the rays

Knowing you'd be happy for the rest of your days

If time were to stop, stop dead in it's tracks

Wind in our hair, sun on our backs

So forget it's September, come on, just pretend

And hope that, for once, good things never end

If this is summer

Get your hand luggage ready

Head to the departure gate, feeling slightly heady

Wait for the takeoff, leave Blighty behind

Put all that you've left firmly out of mind

Drink in the peace, the difference, everything

Not even care about what you forgot to bring

So ignore the fact that August's now passed

In your mind let that final sunset last and last

If this is summer

Then break out all the tools

Dismantle, chop up, only dream of swimming pools

Build, saw, have it all feel brand new

Make hay while the sun shines is what we must do

Have a grand plan, but fall miserably short

Try and shrug it off, but it's a toothless retort

It nags and nags, like that tiny painful splinter

If this is summer, bring on the winter