Basketball

• Abby-Rose Fry, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

When you’re running up about to do a lay up the whole world disappears,
But when that ball swishes through the hoop everyone cheers.
It will start all over again.
As you try your best and return to your dream.
You stand your ground and make a tough face.
In you’re mind you say, “look at my face.”
When they can’t get passed you are so pleased.
You look up at those points rising.
It makes you feel so good.
It comes half time you see your Mum and Dad, you see their smile.
It makes you think that you have to win.
There’s a few seconds on the clock. You head to your end and give it all you have got.
Wow! What a moment that you won’t ever forget.