Goldfinch60

The New Season.

Onto the lawn I stroll,

My first game of the new season.

The sun shines down on me,

The lawns are immaculate,

Cut so low and so flat.

I hit my first ball,

Towards the hoop it rolls,

Not quite far enough

But the second was better.

And from then on

Each time I hit a ball

The experience I had,

The experience of the game

Came back and I was playing well.

A wonderful start to the new season

And a wonderful start in my new club,

A club where Croquet was born,

The most famous club in the world,

And I was now a member of that club,

And will enjoy the game even more.