I stand on the bright green sward in ecstasy.
I look around and see nothing but Nature\'s wonder,
The fields going on to infinity,
Trees swaying gently,
The hills of the land rising in majesty.
I hear the plaintiff calls of Buzzards,
Looking up I see them
Sailing in majesty in the sky\'s blue ocean,
That ocean a background for white clouds
Gently sailing to eternity.
I stand here at peace,
At peace with Nature’s wonder,
Peace about me,
Peace within me.
I then hear another sound,
A gentle ‘thwack’ resonates.
I look across the lawn
And see a ball rolling,
Rolling towards a hoop.
I come back to reality
As I approach my ball,
I hit it towards a hoop,
The ball passes through
Bringing a thrill into me
Into my already peaceful being.
For what more could I ask,
Surrounded by Nature’s wonder
As I play the game,
The game that has become,
Become part of me,
Part of my life,
When I pick up that croquet mallet.