As the ball touches my fingertips
I get the feeling that I can do anything
The clock is ticking my time is running
Everybody is screaming I got overwhelmed
I got the feeling I can shoot it so I took that chance
My heart was pounding I did it I did it
As the ball went in it was silent all I could hear was the swoosh of the ball hitting the net
Hi! I’m Rylee. You Week Three-Basketball post was very detailed, and I felt like I was the one shooting the ball. I used to play basketball (When I was in Kindergarten.), but I decided to quit because I felt like I wasn’t good at it. Please come check out my blog and leave a comment @ 2022reh.edublogs.org
Hi Kodi,
I think your poem really describes how a basketball player must feel. I can’t imagine being under that pressure. I would like it if you would check out my blog. http://acsha.edublogs.org/ Keep blogging!
From, Abbie
You did good with your poem, great structure. Could you check out my blog and please leave a comment at http://bradyhgms23.edublogs.org/2016/11/17/game1-commenting-on-other-blogs/