Basketball. I love the sound of new shoes on a court floor. The bounce of a basketball, Ignite my drive to fly. My heart speeds up. My hands move quicker. Everything slows down, And I watch the players move. Moves I can pull run through my head at a lightning pace. I go through them in my head in order, Fake right, go left, Cross over, Jump, shoot. So it starts. Fake right, go left, Slide the cross over, Jump over my guard, and drop the shot. The crowd goes crazy, and my smile returns. I nailed the tray to win. Hero once again. I’m carried off the court and my alarm clock goes off and wakes me up.
Reason for writing:
One day sitting in math 30 I had an idea for a poem, and my pen didn't stop until it was done. I love basketball, its the most physically demanding and most fun sport you could play.
Birth sign: Pisces
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