Three Point Play
Tangled and twisted the players fight tooth and nail
The fourth quarter minutes were quickly counting down
With beads of sweat pouring down senses set on each minuet detail
A dream so alive could they win the championship crown
It had all come down to 12 seconds that remained on the clock
Vibrantly alert each player envisioned the ultimate prize and achievement
The coliseum roared with excitement as the coach gave them a last second pep talk
A feeling of euphoria engulfed the players as fear fell absent
As the ball entered into play
Down the court with scrambling confusion, two points separate
With eight seconds remaining on the clock, the ball flies and is stolen away
A quick pass to the star player with hopes he will accommodate
Fingers teeming with energy and his mind focusing intense
He jostles and pivots for position
The crowd screaming hanging in suspense
He releases the ball in a proud confident exhibition
Silence engulfed the crowd as the ball flew free
Arching high in brilliant solitude all doubt went away
Everyone on their feet, stretching to see
A precise brilliant shot, a three point play......
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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