She plays
And the last rays
Of the setting sun
Catch her hand
That can command
An ocean.
A final motion
Of her wrist
And their game is done.
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K Morris - Poet 
Lovely Kevin, it also made me smile as Beata and I have just joined our local tennis club, but we have little experience and neither of us could claim that our ‘hands could command an ocean’. I’d settle for a babbling Brook for now!
Thanks John. The best of luck to you and Beata with your tennis. I’m sure that it will keep you both fit and active! Kevin
Beautiful
Thank you, I am delighted you enjoyed my poem.