Fine Croquet Day.

Goldfinch60



Onto the lawn I went,

The ball lying there.

I hit it with my mallet,

Towards the hoop it sailed

Over the short grassland,

In front of the hoop it stopped.

My opponents ball went towards it

But missed,

Up to my ball I went,

Tapped it,

And through the hoop it went,

This game was like that.

Every ball I hit went to the right place,

I could not go wrong,

I won that game with ease.

Into the second game I went

And once more it happened.

I won with ease,

Playing so well.

Into my third and final game I went

Expecting to win once more.

But this time it didn’t happen.

Everything went wrong

And my opponent played so well

And beat me easily,

This was not a problem though

We won the match,

But more important than that

We had a great time that day,

As both teams enjoyed each other,

Enjoyed each others company.

A great day was had by all

Playing the game we loved,

Playing croquet all day.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2025 01:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: And at the end of the day we all enjoyed cake made by my Mary.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold.



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