The
Shot
William
Hulst
Grade 10
Roseau
The grass is long,
lush and green
Wind blowing at my back
as if it were an industrial fan
I reach reluctantly,
reach for my driver
I start to search like
a hawk
For a spot to land
I'm ready
I swing
The ball is sent
Piercing through the cold air
like a rocket
launching
I see it land
I hear a thud
Safe and sound
In the fairway
Ready for the next
shot.