Feel the dribble
The court beneath your feet
Your chest is pounding
It feels so sweet

Around your back
And under your legs
Avoiding your opponent
Making the break

The goal in sight
You drive in hard
Breathing down your neck
A defensive guard

You slam on the breaks
And go up with a fake
Pulling down the ball
The guard you shake

Snapping down low
You jump up high
Giving the ball a toss
You let the ball fly

An arc like a rainbow
The shot is so pretty
Not even touch the rim
The snap of the net is fitting

The crowd goes wild
The clock stops cold
The buzzer is loud
The score is told

Up by one
With no time in sight
The game has been won
And you have the right

Humbled by your play
Encouraged by the team
You shake hands with your opponent
Then let out a scream!

a poem by Brandon Wells