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Where Legends are Made
Where Legends are Made
By Ben Heacox
Rectangles of smooth concrete like a bed
The old orange rusted hoop hanging overhead
Feeling of freedom without a thought in my head
The court accepts themm all
Doesn’t matter if you’re small or tall
All day we play ball
Get back up after you fall
Hearing the sound of the chain net as your shot goes in
Anyone can play the game does not matter your kin
The old oak tree gives us shade
Behind the basket sways bright red rose bushes
With sharp thorns like blades
Etched into the side “Where legends are made“
Next to the court children play
Swinging on swing sets
Eating at the picnic tables
Smell of steak sizzling on the grill
To me the court is a really big deal