Madness sweeps the courts each year,
Anthem sounds, the fans ignite,
Round by round, the stakes grow clear,
Champions rise in bracket’s fight,
Hearts race fast with every cheer.
Mayhem fills the air with zest,
All eyes watch the ball take flight,
Dreams collide in fierce contest,
Nerves fray thin through day and night,
Each dunk fuels the wild unrest,
Sixty-four seek glory’s crest,
Spring’s grand tale of pure delight.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
Online) - Published: March 24th, 2025 06:15
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Comments2
The thrill of competition in this poem and the desire for the win. So nicely said
A celebration of the joys of basketball, enjoyed the read
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