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?