Basketball

• Kristie Griffith, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2003

There's nothing quite like the feeling I get everytime
I walk onto a basketball court
And see the scoreboard count down the time.

I love to hear the ball bounce and
Swoosh as it goes through the net.
I listen for my coach's signal,
He yells a play, and we all get set.

As the end of the fourth quarter approaches,
And the score is all tied up,
We all yell as loud as we can
And hope for a little luck.

One of our teammates grabs the ball
And runs down the court.
She throws the ball up at the basket
It goes in, she scored, WE WIN!