3. Ode poem
Here I am standing on the court with 5 minutes to go.
My heart racing as the whistle is blown.
It's our last chance to win the grade.
As I pass the ball to the shooter.
She gets in position, pushes the ball up.
Crossing my fingers as I watch it in patience.
As it circles the hoop.
With everyone's eyes watching as the ball falls through the hoop.
We all cheer with joy as we won the top grade.
Running and jumping with joy.
Eyes tearing up as I give my team a massive hug.
I will never forget it.