Cool metal slides across my fingers
The grip comfortable in my hands
The sun beating down
My polo is crisp
My skirt is clean
My hat blocks the sun and keeps my hair straight
Step up in the box
Stabbing the tee into the ground
Setting the little, white ball in its perch
Make my stand
Look down the fairway
Take my swing
The gentle ping
The ball is sent soaring
Softly landing on the green
One putt to go
Tap it smoothly
Hear the plunk of game well played
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Poems from a High Schooler
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote about my life and experiences. From depression to moments of glory. From love and lost. And most of all friendships of a lifetime
