Basketball:
To step into the warm air when entering the gym, to feel the excitement rising from within.
Running down the court I’m flying. I feel like a bird someone pushes another shoves. I fly past them trying to be free but sometimes it feels like they’re all chasing me.
On the court you catch the ball then score, to score a basket oh what a joy, the basketball is my favourite toy.
The sweaty pennies sticking to my chest the crowd screaming and shouting that our teams the best.
I run down the court the ball bouncing at my side, all eyes on me. It’s like there’s wings on my shoes to lift me up. I shoot, I score and I fall back down to earth.
The buzzer bellows the game is over, our team won. I’d say it was the best day ever.
My family congratulates me after the game, my brothers saying “you won hurray!”
My dad really helps me work on my skills and at practice he really helps me work on my drills.
I wouldn’t be who I am today if my family and friends did not get in the way.
4 comments:
Very nice! Was that a school assignment, or simply inspired? Either way, I'm impressed - I HATE writing poetry. (Love reading it though.)
Her love of both basketball and family is obvious.
Thanks. This was her Xmas pressie to her dad who was her coach.
I'm still waiting for one on me!!!!
Don't you just love how kids pour out these sentiments. I don't think I could write like that if my life depended on it.
Have tagged you but please ignore it if it's not your thing. (I always find tags great blog fodder myself.)
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