Basketball

• Bianca Peachey, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

Running with the ball
Wind in my hair
Nothing can stop me shooting a goal
One, two, jump, I say as I nail a layup
The crowd give a roar, making it harder to contain my excitement
I scream a cheer, brightening my whole team up
There's no way we can lose, we're full of too much determination
As I run down the court, my teammate passes me the ball
I dribble left
I dribble right
Ducking and missing everyone in my way
As the clock counts down
10, 9, 8, my last chance to score
7, 6, 5, my legs running faster
4, 3, 2 I shoot, the ball flies through the air
And goes in, meaning my team won by one