Walk the Line by Emily Cardullo „12
I walk the line, The foul line, With two seconds left to go. I step behind the line, And watch the net like I‟ve never seen it before. The ref says, “One Shot!” And my heart skips a beat. The scoreboard reads 41-40. This is the last stand. It is now or never, For a last chance, To be the best in the land. I bend my knees, And then lean back, then I let go Of the world for a while. It‟s just the ball and the basket, And the crowd goes silent. But will it go in?
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