Category Archives: sports

Blue Dragons

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I play soccer. It’s hard, but it’s fun. On Saturdays my team the Blue Dragons played a game, and I scored a goal! I ran down the field really fast and I kicked the ball into the net against the Zebras!

My little brother, who is 5, plays on a team too. He scored 2 goals. He would have scored 3, but he hurt his foot.

I used to play for the Hawks when I was 5. I remember in the last game I scored a goal, and I felt good. It was my first one. After every soccer game I get a snack—goldfish!

by Cole, age 7

Skateboard

My skateboard shoots through the air like a comet that drank 20 sodas.
My skateboard is like gold . . . shiny, cool, and priceless.
My skateboard is the swift ocean breeze.
My skateboard can turn on a dime.
My skateboard can grind on the toughest steel.
My skateboard has a grip that you could use as a baseball glove.
My skateboard can jump one zillion school buses.
My skateboard can go faster than time.
My skateboard can do so many tricks
it will make your head spin.
My skateboard is so slick it could be an FBI agent if it wanted.
My skateboard is unbeatable.
My skateboard’s hang time record is 1 year 4 months 8 days 16 minutes and 4 seconds.
Too bad I don’t know how to ride it.


By Evan, 7th grade
[photo by EirikB via flickr]

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This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

Ode to a Homerun

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Step
Swing
The ball flies off the bat
As if to touch the stars
I start to trot
To first base
The ball clears the fence
With ease
My fist goes into the air
In excitement
The crowd roars
For I just won the game
With one swing of the bat
I round second
Then third
Finally home plate
The team greets me at home
With congratulations
And high fives
I am the hero
I just won the game with
My first homerun.

By George
[photo by beaucoup_fish via flickr]

The Skate Logo

I’ve been skating for 2 years. My friends invited me to a skateboarding party, and I went down a ramp and fell and busted my butt and knocked my breath out and when I got up, I said, “I wanna do this.”

bear-clause-via-flickrSo, I’ve been practicing and practicing, and I can do an ollie to a double kick flip. Right now I’m on crutches so I can’t do much. But, if my mom would let me, I’d still try.I skate in my neighborhood and sometimes the Kay skate park. I love extreme sports because I like the adrenalin rush, the risk and the challenge.

To be good at skateboarding you need to be strong; you need discipline to practice the techniques you need for each trick; and most importantly, you need to be fearless. Sometimes I watch YouTube to see the skateboarders. I came up with my own trick by watching others. It’s kinda like a combined 360 with a kick flip and heel flip going into a nose manual. It’s pretty cool.

by Carlos, age 13

photo by Andy Walker via flickr

The Power of Dance

I’m really passionate about dancing. I’ve been dancing since I was 4 or 5. No one I knew was a professional dancer, but I didn’t need a role model. Whenever I heard music, I just wanted to move. At my elementary school I took an after-school elective in dance. It was just fun for me at the time, but my teacher had danced at the MET and said I should develop my talents and explore more kinds of dance. I had another teacher who had a group called Dance Force, and one day she invited me to dance with them, but it wasn’t the right time for me, so I turned them down. I just kept taking after school classes until middle school when I did drill team. Then I knew I wanted to dance somewhere besides school. So in high school I was invited again to dance with Dance Force and this time I accepted.
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Dance Force was a great experience because they experiment with many kinds of dance so I was exposed to a wide range of styles. One day I did a performance called Dance Houston and there I discovered a hiphop group called Marvelous Motion and it was like nothing I’d ever seen. The dancers had such tight control of their bodies, and they didn’t use vulgar movements to draw in the audience. That made a huge impact on me. I ended up trying out and making the group, which was awesome. The director really took me aside and helped to train me. I came in extra just to soak up everything I could, and it all paid off. It was transformative. I was part of a group where I could dance on the back row, and it didn’t matter at all because the collective movement was so powerful.

Through all of this there were times when I couldn’t go to practice because I was too sick. That was difficult. That experience inspired me to want to help kids who are really active but are going through serious illnesses and have to miss practice. I want to create an organization for those kids that focuses on their talents instead of how often they make it to practice. I also want to have counselors in place because I know how it feels when friends make fun of you because they don’t understand your problem. I want kids to know that when this happens, it’s not because those people are terrible; they just don’t understand. The counselors would help by giving the kids in the program a way to explain to their friends what they’re going through emotionally. For me dance is my outlet. I’ve had multiple health problems but I’ve always been able to dance. It’s my lifeline, no matter what I’m going through. I will always dance, and I hope I’ll be able to inspire other kids who are equally as passionate as I am-.

By Hope, 19

Texas Chidren’s Hospital

[photo by realeoni via flickr]

Winning is Not Everything

Winning is giving your best throughout the whole tournament
even if you fall short of the championship.
Winning is having two best friends
even if they hate each other sometimes.
It is pitching a no-hitter
even if your team had the no hitting.
It is winning a war
even if the soldiers don’t come back.
Winning is winning.

By Raphael, 5th grade

[Photo by gamestooges via Flickr]

Most High

Power is the new gold

it is the diamonds on our wrists and necks
the extravagant life
the star every person is fighting for

Power is the taste of victory on the tip of your tongue
it is what creates you,
the everlasting reign of the universe

Power is the burning sensation in your heart
it is what you have been looking for all your life and life to come

an indestructible flame

By Odera, 6th grade
[photo by Spheres57 via Flickr]

60 Seconds

I reach the starting line with my hands cold as ice. The crowd is spinning and silver specks of light flash above my head. The stadium stretches across the finish line. I think about past races won, and hope this one will soon join them. My opponents take their marks on line, and so do I. Out of the corner of my eye I can see #45 kneeling as the announcer yells “GET SET!” I face forward and wait for the “GO!” Before I know it I hear the voice that sends me flying. Whoosh! We’re off speeding through the wind; my arms are pumping, and I feel my nervous heart pounding. My nails claw the palm of my hand as I start to ball up my fist. The halfway mark is almost an inch away. As I finally set foot on it, this surge of energy boosts me like a rocket. I can no longer feel my legs, just the muscles working their magic. The view ahead is a beautiful sunlit orange, bright like the sweetness of victory.

by Nancy, 12th grade

[photo by Matt Devino via flickr]

Ode to Tennis Racquets

A tennis racquet,
the most wonderful stick of fun,
the prime minister of the court,
next in power to you.
Like different prime ministers,
there are different racquets,
each giving different advice
and hope to you.

A tennis racquet,
a colorful stick of joy.
Racquets with different powers,
hit the ball vigorously,
with strings vibrating,
making a wonderful sound,
and the round, green tennis ball
goes over the court.

A tennis racquet
a magical wand with extraordinary powers,
helping you find your way to victory.
It will guide you and give you power.
It will win you a match in the blue royal court.
It will be your most cherished possession.

By Arjun, 5th grade
[photo by ajit-rudrangi via flickr]

Ode to Swimming Goggles

The swimming goggles are
my eye’s main facility.
They are my eyes’. . .
friend,
armor,
and weapon.
They are my friend for
showing me the wonders of
the sea.
You can stretch them to fit
your head.
You don’t want to expand
them too much,
or they will snap and die.
They are my eye’s armor.
They protect my eyes from chlorine and salt.
They let me see without getting my eyes red and sore.
They are a weapon, a slingshot.
They are an extension of my head
and a part of me like a close relative.
They are like glasses that help me see underwater.
Soon they will invent contacts for water,
but I will still use goggles.
I still use them today.
They are my eyes’ closest friend.

By Michael, 5th grade

[photo by Shans Gallery via Flickr]

Houston Comets Slam-Dunk for Literacy

The Houston Comets are slam-dunking their way to the Houston Public Library (HPL) to promote the value of reading to children and to bring awareness of the importance of literacy and education. As part of their Read to Achieve Program, some team players will be visiting several Houston Public Library neighborhood locations. The players will be discussing their basketball careers, reading to groups of young children, having a short Question and Answer session, and sign autographs. This program is free and open to the public.

Houston Comets players to visit HPL are:

Sequoia Holmes * #17 * Guard-Forward
7/28/2008 * 3PM – 4PM
Central Library * 500 McKinney, 77002 * 832-393-1313

Erica White * #5 * Guard
7/30/2008 * 3PM – 4PM
Stimley-Blue Ridge Neighborhood Library * 7007 West Fuqua, 77489 * 832-393-2370

Sequoia Holmes * #17 * Guard-Forward
8/13/2008 * 3PM – 4PM
Walter Neighborhood Library * 7660 Clarewood, 77036 * 832-393-2500

Roneeka Hodges * # 15 * Guard
8/14/2008 * 3PM – 4 PM
Oak Forest Neighborhood Library * 1349 West 43rd Street, 77018 * 832-393-1960

Sancho Lyttle * #21 * Guard-Forward
8/15/2008 * 3PM – 4 PM
HPL Express Southwest * 6400 Highstar, 77074 * 832-3932660

Michelle Snow * #2 * Center

8/20/2008 * * 3PM – 4 PM

Smith Neighborhood Library * 3624 Scott St., 77004 * 832-393-2050

Read to Achieve is a year-round, league-wide initiative supported by all 30 NBA teams, 13 WNBA teams, and 6 NBDL teams that promotes the value of reading and online literacy and encourages families and adults to read regularly with young children. It is the most extensive educational outreach initiative in the history of professional sports. The program includes the annual donation of more than 200,000 books through a variety of reading events and book fairs, as well as the development of essay contests and online programs and the creation of Reading and Learning centers throughout North America.

The Lightning Kick

It was a hot Saturday afternoon, and I was in the field. the earth was cracked from the sun. My teammates passed me the ball. I got nervous and started sweating. I could feel a drop of sweat dripping down my head. I started dashing toward the goalie, but their defense started to attack me. I did a 360 on them, and the crowd started cheering.

The goalie looked really angry, and ran towards me. He looked aggressive, like he was going to take me down. I got scared, but when I got closer to him, I picked up the ball with my foot. I imagined that when I kicked it, it would go really fast like lightning, so that the goalie would not see the ball. But I got so close that when I kicked the ball, it hit the pole, and the ball bounced back at me. My legs started to tremble, and my head began to explode, but I pulled myself together in a split second. So I kicked the ball again. This time I scored, and we won 1-0. It was a really good game.

by Mario, 6th grade

photo by videoal via flickr

Baseball: Last Year and Now


baseball-then-and-now.jpgI used to get dirt in my eyes.
I used to miss the ball.
I used to get hit by the ball.
I used to fall down.
I used to hit my head.
I used to go the wrong way.
I used to stare at people.
I used to run out of breath.
I was five.

Now
I don’t get dirt in my eyes.
I don’t miss the ball.
I don’t get hit by the ball.
I don’t fall down.
I don’t hit my head.
I don’t go the wrong way.
I don’t stare at people now.
I have my own jersey.

By Randolphus, age 6
[photo by Kelthortum via Flickr]


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Just Play

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Coach calls a time out.
As we the team run to coach,
the blur in my eyes,
barely could hearing what he’s trying to say,
trying desperately to see the words
come out of his mouth,
too embarrassed to say,
“Coach, get me off the field.
I’m not making a difference.”
So then they call us all into huddle,
“Blue 42 going to Dan.
put those boys asleep and
go out for Sunday dinner.
One more thing, block.”
The quarterback says,
“Hut one, hut two, hut three.”
I run off thinking if I don’t catch the ball, it’s
going to be three things: me
coach and hell.
I thought that again
And again and again…then
I spin my head to the
side and see a brown leathery
diamond-shaped ball sail sweetly
into my hands.
And everyone knows what
happens next.
a stop, turn, another turn,
the other way, jump, scream,
and dance into the end zone.
And now that mad-wanna-be-grin
On coach’s face was a smile.

by Dan, 8th grade