Passion For The Game
Rock with the racquet in my hand
On the court, I move with rhythm
Get to the ball! Coach exclaims
Eagerly, I swing with my forehand
Recover for the next point.
Fabulous! The ball lands on the single side line
Exhale, I got it
Drive the ball through with two hands on the racquet
Earn the point, thirty to love
Roar of emotion, I let loose
Excitement that I cannot contain and a
Relentless passion I have for the game.
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