Village Hall

Rita Croft

A voice yelled (Fire!)
The flames rose higher
And folk clad in their night attire
watched sadly as the hall decayed
Their faces staring, strained, dismayed
Oh how they must have felt afraid-
A situation dire

Despondency that winter’s night,
A sorry and distressing sight,
It left us all in such a plight
A building shattered,
torn and tattered
Smoking debris, timbers scattered
Twasn’t fair or right

But people met and toiled and planned
A really fine industrious band
Of willing people gave a hand
With little fuss
They did discuss
their plans ~ then told the rest of us
Two years ~ this hard work spanned

We now behold this splendid hall
Airy, spacious, clean, and tall
So, let’s rejoice now, one and all
No matter what your hobbies be:
Bowling, painting, poetry
I say quite unashamedly ~
“Come in and have a ball !”

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