Watching Tennis
Watching tennis is a treat
When those who are elite compete
With lunges, leaps and smashing serves
That rise above mere mortals' nerves.
Such slicing shots, such smashing drops,
Near-misses when the heart just stops;
They race around the court so fast
As if each point might be the last.
We sit at home, on couch or chair
And catch the action on the air.
To me, no sport is quite as sweet
As watching tennis pros compete.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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