Traralgon Harriers Poem
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THE CHAMPION OF CLUBS
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Uphill roads are toughest.
They’re a test of men
Put your best foot forward.
Climb that hill again.
Harriers are triers,
Always do their best
Runners are real men,
Rubbish to the rest!
If you feel downhearted;
Even if you fail,
Run and keep on running
Scorn to show a ‘tail’.
Fortune smiles on brave lads,
Who run their guts right out.
Useless to deny this,
Or skite and shout.
“Clarkey” is our model,
Tried and tough and true;
King of distance runners,
From here to Timbuctoo.
After all the weakies
Have faded out and died
Clark and Derek Clayton,
We’ll speak of them with pride.
Harriers keep training
In weather foul or fair.
Let us run the hard roads
Like this immortal pair.
Early in the morning,
And when the sun has set
Strive to make a good club,
Great and greater yet.
B.G.Thompson
