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 * **Theme of Poems: Competition

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"The Rebounder" By** Mark The shot is shot and in the paint, there is a battle about to be fought There is a war to be won in the land of the tall for you cannot win without the ball They push and shove a kick and bite for this is a battle that they must fight They want the board an that is all for you cannot win without the ball The ball hits the rim that is all to hear but to the men in the paint "tis music to the ear " Then when it's over the one who is strong, smart, and tall will be able to say "Ha, I got the ball" For this is the job of David, Shag, Hakeem, and the Worm and many, many others who are willing to squirm who are willing to push, to jump and to fight who are willing to take the bet, though they may not right For this is a rebounder who is young and receives the call for he knows well "you cannot win without the ball "

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"Superbowl Fun" By Gwen Dickerson **

Superbowl Sunday's finally here Super charged energy's in the air Fans don't deny ecstatic elation We revel in eager anticipation

All eyes are glued to the huge TV All spirits blend in harmony Lots of hot dogs, chili, beer and chips Friends, laughter and witty quips

"Aw man! I love this game!" ".#*^$#::!! Is he insane?" Players piled high upon the ground Penalty flags are all around

The game continues, the fun goes on And once again, the blitz is on  Luckily, the quarterback completes the throw "Whoa, look at that runningback go!"

The player makes a great touchdown Everyone's dancing all around We jump, cheer, shout and scream Finally, victory for our team!

I need to make a bathroom run Wouldn't go sooner, lest I'd miss some fun What a great day of superbowl bliss It doesn't get much better than this

Suddenly, I pause at the bathroom door Grinning as I remember the score I realize, much to my surprise Wow! It just got better, guys!

There's lots more fun for me, to come The football pool! I've just won!

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"Casey up at-bat"** by **ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER ** The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play. And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that -- We'd put up even money now with Casey at the bat. But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake. And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat. For there seemed but little chance of Casey's getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred, There was Johnnie safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. Then from 5,000 throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place, There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt. Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance gleamed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped -- "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one," the umpire said. From the benches, bleak with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm waves on a worn and distant shore. "Kill him ! Kill the umpire !" shouted someone in the stands, And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher and once more the spheroid flew; But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two." "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and the echo answered fraud; But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
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They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clinched in hate; He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the ball and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville -- mighty Casey has struck out.

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