A ball is a friend, played with on the street and in the gym. It comes in many shapes and sizes: large and small, leather and rubber, bright and muted. A ball brings the joy of movement, the excitement of competition, and simply a good mood. These poems contain a variety of stories and feelings associated with this simple yet beloved object.<\/p>\n
\nThe ball is bright, red, round, It bounces so well! You hit it \u2013 it bounces up, It's the best fun of all! Along the path \u2013 hop and hop, It rolled onto the meadow. I run after the ball, But I just can't catch it! The ball jumped high, Rolled far. It quickly rolled to the river \u2013 It almost ended up in the water! I caught it, I hold it, I squeeze it tightly. Tomorrow we'll be friends again, We'll have fun playing with the ball!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nA cheerful bounce<\/h2>\n
\nThe ball bounces merrily across the yard, flying off the wall again. The children laugh loudly in tune, not letting it get bored. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, we toss the ball high. We are happy for summer, happy for friends, and for the game that gives us miracles.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nFootball Dream<\/h2>\n
\nThe green field is filled with excitement, the ball is racing toward the goal. The first kick has arrived, and hope is brimming with steel. The fans are screaming uncontrollably, their hearts are beating in unison. We will believe and win, and a bow to our team! A goal has been scored! The crowd is rejoicing, joy is overflowing. This moment is like sweet honey, a football celebration, let's play!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nRubber friend<\/h2>\n
\nThe ball is rubber, simple, But how much warmth is in it! Together we go in a crowd And play until dark.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nIt circles around the basketball hoop, soaring high like a bird. A nimble player catches it, striving for victory, not lazy. A jump, a throw, and the ball flies, everyone in the hall freezes with hope. There it is in the net! A victorious look! And the spectators rejoice.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nBeach volleyball<\/h2>\n
\nSun, sea, white sand, And a volleyball in hand. We share a piece together, The joy of meeting in our eyes. A pass, a shot, and here it flies, Not hitting the net, but to the opponent. Every player tries, burns, There is so much lyricism in this game.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nAn inflatable ball floats in the pool, splashing, laughter, and summer heat. It moves merrily forward with the children, drawing them into a world of play.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nOld ball<\/h2>\n
\nWorn, with a patch on the side, it has seen many games. It holds childhood far away, and the joy of the first, bright lyres. We ran with it, we fell with it, with it, it remembers our every success. The old ball, my beloved friend, is filled with childhood for everyone.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nIn tennis, the ball is small and fast, It flies easily across the court. The hit is precise, strong and sparkling, This game brings happiness and warmth.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nNew ball<\/h2>\n
\nFresh and shiny, like a new day, the ball beckons to play and to movement. It holds a huge shadow of energy, and a thirst for vivid impressions. It awaits skillful hands and feet, so that it can soar upward, achieving victory. And in a sporty, cheerful circle, it brings us joy and happiness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nA ball is kicked around in the yard, Loud, ringing laughter is heard. It brings joy to itself, And to the friends who are nearby.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nWinter ball<\/h2>\n
\nA snowball flies like a ball, In a mischievous winter battle. Red cheeks glow, And laughter echoes all around. We hide in the snowdrifts, run, And throw snowballs at our friends. We keep the winter joy, In the games of cheerful and simple days. A snowball \u2013 that's our friend, He lives in a winter fairy tale. Let the ringing sound of laughter ring, And let the frost not freeze us.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nIn a dark room, quiet and modest, the ball gently knocks against the walls. Alone, but so comfortable, it creates a small world for itself.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\nThe ball and I<\/h2>\n
\nThe ball and I are always together, in the park, in the gym, in the yard. I play with it without any effort, and it brings me joy. We run, jump, and throw together, and invite our friends to play. I dream with it, we fly with it. The ball is my best friend, you know. It's with me in sorrow, and in moments of bright joy. Together we will overcome distances, the ball is my companion in life, that's for sure!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\nRound, ringing, playful, the ball always calls to play. With it, the world is cheerful, another world, it\u2019s impossible for us to be bored.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"A ball is a friend we play with on the street and in the gym. It can be different: big and small,<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-173288","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173288","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=173288"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173288\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":173793,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/173288\/revisions\/173793"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=173288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=173288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=173288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}