Golf Poem by Tristan McMillin

Golf



I walk on the course
with a great big smile on my face

Then I tee off
The ball soars like a bird in the sky

Lands right in the middle
Of the beautiful green fairway

Now i'm directly in the sun
not being able to see at all

So I look at the ball
And smack it as hard as i can

It goes further than its ever gone
And landed a foot from the pin

Now I go to putt
And line my ball up perfectly

Take a deep breath
And tap the ball right into the hole.

Monday, March 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: golf
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