Thursday, March 15, 2018

Basketball

Running
My heart pumping 
My legs moving
I can run faster 
I can run further

Dribbling 
My eyes looking around
My ears hearing the ball hit the ground
I am braver 
I passed a player

Passing 
My foot stepped towards my teammate
My finger aimed straight
It was smoothly done
It was also the steady one

Shooting
My arms straight up high
My face full of smile 
The ball spun quickly
The ball swooshed freely

and the timer beeped.
I saw the score

We won.

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