This is a poem about one of the best coaches I had in Club Volleyball who influenced me. |
That coach Whistling and cheering us on Would pace back and forth Keeping a smile on her face Her long dull brown hair Pulled back in a low hair tie And she was never in a bad mood With her assistant at her side They would chat among themselves To make our team better Trying to fix any single problem we had Knowing that was physically impossible Keeping up with us, When we were down, She was the one to pick us right back up Not a screech or yell from her mouth, Just telling us what we should do to get better Stay low when you pass the ball, Read the hitter, and don’t get caught behind the block I remember her chanting on the sidelines Last year was one of the best seasons I have ever had Great times in my memory Long drives to Indiana I will never forget Inside jokes and laughter is all we could hear. Winning wasn’t everything, but learning and Improving was everything. She taught us to love, and forget the mistakes. I miss her coaching us; she was the most enthusiastic coach I ever knew, but I found that interesting, Because when she was enthusiastic, We would do better and win more. No question about it, The best volleyball coach ever. |