In the heart of February's chill, Turns Charles, known as Harry still. Eighty winters, strong and spry, With a spirit that seems to defy. On fields of green, his passions play, Rugby’s grace in full display. Notts Forest, with fervor, he cheers, Through wins and losses, over the years. Three children, each a cherished part, Eight grandchildren, joy of heart. A family tree, grand and wide, With love and pride they all abide. Harry’s journey, rich and vast, A tapestry woven from the past. Through sport and kin, he finds his song, In his legacy, he'll live on long.