The symbol of allegiance emerges from the drawer,
The silky feel of success and the smell of familiarity.

A rollercoaster of emotions unravelled,
The gold sash reminiscing glory and defeat.
A history of 9th Position battles,
The anticipation as our heart beats.

A sea of yellow and black fills the Great Southern,
Strangers united as one under their flag.
An outward display of pride and solidarity,
An identical yellow-and-black name tag.

The fibres of polyester slowly snap from wear,
The vibrant colours diminish through the weather.
A squiggle of a Sharpie pen leaves a permanent mark,
As this round's experiences fade like leather.

The symbol of allegiance disappears into the drawer,
Until the next season, when it wanders through the door.