On a moonlit night could be heard yells.
Of kids entranced under the hoop spell.
Bouncing and passing the basketball by porch light.
On a packed dirt yard made brilliant by moonlight.
Lots of fun and lots of screams.
Playing hard with NBA dreams.
Always great seeing the ball go through the net.
Night hoops and kids laughter is one of the best things yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem