The Green Far Away
I stand on the tee with the ball in my hand
And look at the green far away
I decide on an iron that slides from my bag
And set the ball on the Tee
I practice my swing till it feels kind of right
Then set my club to the ball
As I club head comes down and collides with the ball
I watch it fly through the air
I think it look good as it lands on the green
A little left of the hole
The slope of the green swings the ball to the right
As the ball gets close to the flag
The ball keeps on rolling across the green turf
As the ball approaches the hole
I stand there amazed as the ball disappears
As I look at the Green far away
Copyright © Justin Time | Year Posted 2014
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