The Thrill of the Game

I'm a college student at UGA, and I dont get the opportunity to play alot of tennis with all of the studies i have. I wrote this poem about my favorite hobby to feel the same joy I have while playing.

                                                            The Thrill of the Game

I long to see that blue and green

With white lines striking in-between

That concrete jungle which I play

The game of tennis, if I may

 

All fears and worries disappear

When holding Wilson and keep my head clear

Time freezes as the serve begins

The crack from contact fills the air

 

Down the line is where I aim

To hit a shot and claim the game

Forehands, backhands, volleys, serves

All techniques in this war of nerves

 

Practicing to beat the ultimate opponent of all

That sturdy structure known as a wall