We arrive at the green,
The green sward
Cut within and inch of its life,
So flat, so smooth,
Deviations will not happen
As the ball travels towards the hoop.
FLASH!
The dream is over.
There we are on the green,
Yes, it is green
But the grass has not been cut.
The weeds push through,
Becoming obstacles to the balls.
The ball is hit with a resounding thud
But barely reaches half way,
So many lumps and bumps.
So it is hit again,
It reaches the hoop,
It is going through!
But no, the final bump pushed it passed,
Passed the hoop.
The game continues,
Overcoming the obstacles
As the teams go round the hoops.
Laughter and joy abound
As the enjoyment of the game
Can be seen on the faces of all,
Of all of us as we play,
Play and enjoy,
Enjoy the wonder,
The wonder of the game,
The game of croquet.