Poem

__His love __

A man went to the gym,

He pick about the orange leather,

and shot it at the rim.

He was good, but short and as light as a feather,

But he had a big heart, but when he shot, the miss of the ball was always slim.

He slept with the orange leather every night.

Every day, he would hard, so he could make the team.

His passion and hard work is what pushed him to put up a fight.

By the end summer, the orange leather was worn out, every single seam.

Tryouts came, the game was tight,

At the end he dribbled the ball and shot, hoping it would go in

Everyone was cheering and you could hear his mother scream

The basketball went in,

The best part was, Michael Jordan made the team and it wasn't a dream.

It was simply a great win.

<span style="background-color: #ff0000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; text-align: center;">By, Will Regenauer