Through the clean and salty air
I ride my horse
With the wing behind me
and the soothing sand on my horse’s hooves
I ride on.
The sound of the vast ocean,
the freedom in my hair;
the spell beneath my legs
Looking out the window seeing the balls fly high
soaring like a bird into the blue, clear sky
The game is in my heart every hit,
whack! and serve
scoring to a glorious win
the slam , game set, I deserve
Tennis – it means the world to me
my passion, speed and might
controlling the dashing ball
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