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Gliding, like  a  bird  flying  south  for  the  winter.   Wood  on  the  court,  that  will  never  leave  a  splinter.   Soaring  through  the  air,  like  I  just  sprouted  wings,   No  words  can  describe,  the  glory  of  a  ring.   But  why  are  there  no  words  to  describe  how  I  feel?   Because  to  me,  this  feeling  is  not  real.   The  ring  itself,  isn’t  the  only  goal,   Going  back  to  the  origin,  just  putting  the  ball  in  the  hole.   I  feel  like  I’m  free,  just  running  up  and  down  the  floor,   I  feel  like  a  Boss,  every  time  I  score.   This  game  to  you,  may  only  be  a  game,   But  to  me  it’s  more,  it  gave  me  my  name.   Taught  by  my  coach,  you  see  me  as  just  a  player,   The  Court  is  my  church,  the  Game  is  my  prayer.   You  can’t  describe  the  feeling,  if  you  don’t  play,   But  if  you  do,  you  won’t  know  what  to  say.   There  are  some  that  play,  to  put  it  to  shame,   Me?  I  play  for  the  love  of  the  game.     1. Was  the  rhyme  scheme  effective?   2. Who  is  the  speaker?   3. What  is  the  speaker  talking  about?   4. Is  the  use  of  comparison  effective  to  describe  what  the  speaker  is  talking   about?   5. How  does  the  speaker  feel  about  people  with  the  wrong  intentions?  

The Love  

A poem about love.

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