Ā We first read Phoebe’s poem in the Junior Volleyball Association (JVA) newsletter, VolleyBiz (Vol. 6, Issue: 8), and she gave us permission to share it here on the Side-Out blog! Thank you, Phoebe, for this beautiful poem. It so eloquently explains the joy of our sport and the camaraderie of a team.
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by Phoebe Harris
Player, Washington Volleyball Academy Mizuno 13
Whistles blow from other courts around us
And the smack and pound of volleyballs hitting the ground
With girls, coaches and parents yelling
All fog together to make soothing white noise.
Our close-knit team stands with our arms around each other
Each one of us bound in a small red and white ring around the coach
Soaking in every word sheās saying
Someone pokes me in the side
I nudge them with my hip
She lightly kicks me from behind so the coach doesnāt see
Itās a classic. I smile and squeeze her shoulder to end the silent conversation
I scuff at the shock-absorbing floor with my toe
In a couple minutes six of us are going to be standing on that court.
I glance up at the starting lineup
I see my number, starting as a setter
āHands inā someone says
I look around the circle as I place my hand in the middle
I think about the people we were and still are
But changed by the hours of practice
And the thousands of high fives and hugs.
I smile as we shout a cheer and step on to the court
I knew today we would all play for ourselves
The little girl who had a dream and followed it, and never looked back
āIt is not a question of how well one person works, the question is how well they
work togetherā -Lloyd Doble



