Basketball

• Alan-Justin Tuyikeze, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2018

Confidence I gain
With every shot I drain
My favorite thing to play
I do it every day

Alone in my yard
No one to guard
Shooting around
Swish is the sound

Hitting back rim
Can be so grim
No need to fret
It’s nothing but net

In the middle I go
To shoot a free throw
When there is a rhythm