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Green Hills

  • Writer: zainab a
    zainab a
  • Jun 5, 2024
  • 1 min read

Evan K.

New Jersey, USA

14


A sea of grass, bright and soft,

My safe space, my sanctuary.

Under the sun’s golden embrace,

Players step forth with determined faces.


Trenches like sandy deserts lie,

Challenges that test our skills and eyes. 

The rolling hills, a single chance,

The golfer shifts and fixes his stance.

 
 
 

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