(From the Stanstead College yearbook)
T'was a fine, fine day not long ago Seeing young student athletes hitting balls to and fro When this tennis team played as hard as they could I sometimes watched in amazement frozen. I stood
Not for winning, not for boasting, not for being the best But for something else special a particular test As our team was a mixed bag of various talent Some pressure players and some of them gallant
But that wasn't it; it was something else again. Was it the fact that they could withstand any pain? No, that wasn't it; it was not even that And this wasn't Mudville with Casey at bat
A certain le-ne-sais-quoi" pervaded our group A mysterious air billowed into our troupe An invisible air and you could not even clear it It was ancient and powerful a thing called team spirit
Yes, there may have been ups and there may have been downs But our players breathed tennis from their feet to their crowns Our players loved playing and that is what mattered Not any records that we may have or not shattered
These players had heart and that won the day After all, what other reason can there be to play? Our players fought hard on the courts with all that they had Yet that doesn't mean that they didn't get mad
Mad about tennis the ultimate sport Reserved for the passionate. for racquet type sorts Mad about competing with lobs, serves and volleys Yes. mad about tennis to a point where it's folly
And though this team tried out under pressure and won A place in the roster under bright sun I will always remember your faces glowing even more bright With huge giant smiles that could light up the night
So let us all celebrate this very last poem From a certain Coach Williams - perhaps you may know him? Yes, I will always remember the very best times From the students, here now at this moment sublime.
Thank you and thank you, it's been truly great To be a small, tiny part that helped to create Another fun season for which you all played a role As I say this to you with my heart and my soul