Basketball Poems

The Rebounder

The shot is shot
and in the paint, there is a battle about to be fought
There is a war to be won in the land of the tall
for you cannot win without the ball

They push and shove a kick and bite
for this is a battle that they must fight
They want the board an that is all
for you cannot win without the ball

The ball hits the rim that is all to hear
but to the men in the paint "tis music to the ear"

Then when it's over the one who is strong, smart, and tall
will be able to say "Ha, I got the ball"

For this is the job of David, Shag, Hakeem, and the Worm
and many, many others who are willing to squirm
who are willing to push, to jump and to fight
who are willing to take the bet, though they may not right

For this is a rebounder who is young and receives the call
for he knows well "you cannot win without the ball"

-Mark

Foul shot

One second is left in the game
you're at the foul line and going insane
the game is on your shoulders the score is tied
right now you feel like want to hide
the first attempt you shoot like a brick
and you just wish there was something to kick
your hands are sweaty, your knees are weak
the adrenaline in your body is at its peak
the ref hands you the ball
you feel very very small
you remember how you shot the ball and feel like a jerk
and then you remember you have science homework
you concentrate with all your might
your stomach is very very light
the crowd is so loud it awakens the dead
your feet feel like buckets of lead
you shoot the ball that is what you do
do you make it? that depends on you

-Mark