I was practicing my swing precision
to increase my forward power move
i keep on slipping off grass, wet
spikes were of fraction efficiency
when dealing with overgrowth, week
too much elements to consider, clue
i did my thirty minutes drill, sweat
watch hit marks; straighter than most
pick uprooted grass; planted it back
my puppy came and tried to dig it up
and look at me; seem to be wondering
why am i punishing grass for no reason
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, made me smile. Like it.