We walk on the court,
to play the best sport.
The fans are all here,
and our competition is near,
We warm up hard,
and I shoot with the shooting guards.
The game suddenly starts,
and I know I must I must play smart.
Our team has possession of the ball,
we must play physical because we are small.
We make a lot of shots,
and our fans cheer lots.
The game is finally done,
and we have won.
Our fans are loud,
and we are proud.
We wait for our next game,
when we have to do it all again.
I can really place myself in the scene. I love poems and that one right there is amazing!
ReplyDeleteYour poem flows well. Good job!
ReplyDeleteI loved reading this! Baseball was never really my strong suit, let alone a sport that involved a ball, but it sounds really neat! It reminds me of my brother on his team! Another thought came up too. Are you on a baseball team?
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