My head is throbbing,
I can't see straight.
Our score is three,
Their score is eight.
We're down by five,
We're catching up.
My turn to serve,
I Won’t mess up!
My serve is over,
To the right.
Out of bounds,
And out of sight.
"AHHH!" I yell,
The other team cheers.
Their turn to serve,
With my hunger I want a win
His back is straight,
His arms are long.
Their score at eight,
But not for long.
The toss goes up,
The crowd looks down.
His serve is short,
His teammates frown.
Our turn again,
To serve once more.
It's in the air,
It hits the floor!
One point for blue,
Still down by five.
But not for long,
Our chance to win is alive!!!
It's still our serve,
He throws it up.
It’s a curve!
Another point for blue!
Their faces blank,
They don't know what to do.
We got it back and won the game.
We stole the ball,
and ditched shame.
As you may see,
Volleyball is an intense game.
But when you win,
It’s more than a game.
Jason Jeffries -Period 8th
Welcome to the Kenwood poetry blog!
This blog showcases the original poetry of some of Kenwood Academy High School's Senior Class.
The diversity of the student body is mirrored in the diversity of the poetry; some poems are lighthearted and others are quite personal and serious. While the poems incorporate a variety of styles and themes, they are all inspired by the poetry that we've studied in class.
The diversity of the student body is mirrored in the diversity of the poetry; some poems are lighthearted and others are quite personal and serious. While the poems incorporate a variety of styles and themes, they are all inspired by the poetry that we've studied in class.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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