The wind blows chill across this barren land
Where once the sports centre did proudly stand,
Razed to the ground it just came crashing down
This was the recreational centre of our town.
The dust settled and only rubble was there
All we could do was to stand and stare,
All our past was buried within that heap
It was enough to make you want to weep.
No more netball league would be held there
Lost was the camaraderie we used to share,
A league that had lasted well over 35 years
Is not easy to watch as it just disappears.
Now the footsteps are stilled and no shouts heard
Of `obstruction` `off side` `penalty` - not a word,
The whistle is silent to be heard no more
No longer will the umpire tell the final score.
