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Jump Ball: A Basketball Season in Poems

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Tamba Senesie In Nigeria,

My father is a university professor.

Everyone knows his name.

When he walks down the streets of our village,

Everyone tips their hats to him.

The little children pull at his leg.

The market women give him free oranges.

The old pas ask him many questions.

In America,

My father is a visiting university professor.

Nobody knows his name.

When he walks down the streets of the city,

Everyone pushes their way past him.

But my father does not seem to mind.

He walks like a man who knows who he is.

I will never be as distinguished as my father.

I do not possess his intellectual gifts.

But my tall body and broad shoulders

Give me confidence on the basketball court.

Soon,

With much work and God's blessing,

Everybody will know my name,

In this country.

Parnell Payne I'm a sweet walkin',

trash talkin',

guard stalkin'

mano on the court.

I'm a lane drivin',

high fivin',

ball divin'

big bro on the court.

I'm a head bangin',

rim hangin',

bell clangin'

all-go on the court.

I'm a cool rappin',

ball tap-in',

no nappin'

star pro on the court.

Parnell's my name,

You got no game.

Listen up, fool,

I'm takin' you to school.

VONESSA LEIGHTON,

Team Manager Mighty pecs,

Developed necks,

Amazing biceps,

Flashy triceps.

Taking tabs

On super abs,

Zero fat's

Where I'm at.

Rounded buns,

Lots of fun,

Sweaty skin

For the mood I'm in.

Six foot nine,

God, so fine,

Gorgeous hunks,

Ain't no punks.

Got the best of all jobs, it seems,

Manager of the Tigers basketball team.

DENNIS CARLETON When I made the basketball team,

My father bought drinks

For all the guys down at the garage.

"When he was five I put up a hoop,"

He begins for the hundredth time,

"And practiced with my boy

All summer and nearly all winter."

I am the cup in his mental trophy case.

I am the plaque that hangs on his shop wall.

My permanent seat on the bench

Has not changed my father's dream one bit.

"You could score the game-winning jumper,

Or make the game-saving block," he says brightly.

"Dad, I'm a role player," I say, trying to explain,

"My job is to take a foul,

Or spell a starter for a minute or two."

"Don't talk like that," he says,

"You didn't think youd make the team, I did."

My father still dreams,

Of buzzer-beaters and bragging rights,

And, of course, stories

He can tell the guys down at the garage.

NESTOR PADILLA The bounce of the ball,

The cadence of the crowd,

The pulse of the players,

I hear that salsa beat.

The tiempo of the timbales,

The bang of the bass,

The kick of the congas,

I hear that salsa beat.

I bring the ball up court,

The music pounding in my brain.

Garrett rifles the orange to me,

A straight, true line of melody.

I fake right, go left,

Matching the rhythm that's in my head.

I penetrate the lane, bodies all around,

One step, two steps, get outta my way.

Pivot, twist, back to the circle,

Kick, kick, kick it on out.

Garrett jumps, he hangs, he shoots.

Hands, hands, follow through.

Swish, swish, the sound of the street,

Basketball, basketball, move to the beat.

TYSHEEN STANTON My father doesn't talk to me.

He has worries of his own.

The company he works for

May go out of business soon.

He is too young to retire,

And too old to start over.

Late at night, when I go to the fridge

To grab a glass of milk,

I see him at the kitchen table

Deciding which bills to pay

And which ones to postpone.

He looks up at me as I pass by,

But doesn't say a word.

Putting the milk back,

I see a note held in place

By a small refrigerator magnet

That looks like a little basketball.

It is an announcement from the local paper

Of the day and time of our first playoff game.

I go quietly back to my room,

Being careful not to disturb my father,

Who is still busy with paper and pencil.

My father speaks to me,

Some.

Copyright © 1997 by Mel Glenn. Published by Dutton/Lodestar, a division of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers. All rights reserved.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780525675549
Author:
Glenn, Mel
Publisher:
Dutton Books
Location:
New York :
Subject:
General
Subject:
Sports
Subject:
American poetry
Subject:
Schools
Subject:
Poetry - General
Subject:
Basketball
Subject:
High schools
Subject:
High school students
Subject:
Young adult poetry, American
Subject:
Basketball teams
Subject:
Young adult poetry
Subject:
Basketball teams -- Poetry.
Subject:
Westerns
Subject:
Novels in verse
Subject:
Children s-General
Edition Number:
1st ed.
Edition Description:
Hardback
Series Volume:
104-742
Publication Date:
19970831
Binding:
HARDCOVER
Grade Level:
from 3 up to AND UP
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Yes
Pages:
160
Dimensions:
8.58x5.82x.72 in. .69 lbs.
Age Level:
12-UP

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