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Upwards (basketball)

(c) 01-25-15

The cold has come

What once was green , now brown.

The air is cool

Promise of Spring to come.

 

Boys are gathered

Practice begins

for the games

to see who wins.

 

The ball is passed

Ball aloft at last.

Through the hoop

the points are cast.

 

They finesse the ball

as they pass and trick.

To out wit the opponent

as the clock does tick.

 

They win they lose

this season thus far.

Led by great coaches

has been better than par.

 

When the games are done

whether lost or won.

It is all in the fun

As they have a great run.

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Written by
john-stevens
American
Published
Jan 25, 2015
Lines·Words
25·106
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Basketball is upon us. The bleachers are hard but the fun is great.

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