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