Here is my poem!
My Foul Shot
She shouts for the ball,
It zips about 2 meters from her,
She sprints for it
“Stomp”
Her foot on the spiraling ball,
She peers around,
Eyes concentrated,
No ones there,
Focus
Breathe
Bang
The ball takes flight,
Flies over two people
Bounces off the pole,
Spins,
Swirls,
Lands,
She can hear her coach saying “good try”
And then
And then
And then,
She boots the ball,
And… scores.
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