Poems by Sarah

Golf and Football

Golf
Calm, slow
Relaxing, calming, hitting
Masters, Woods, Superbowl, Patriots
Tiring, exhausting, throwing
Crazy, fast
Football


Gymnastics


Gymnastics
Competitive, fast
Twisting, flipping, jumping
Shows all my talent
Twisting top


The Golf Ball

The golf ball flew through the air.
It smiled with dimples,
Pleased Tiger Woods hit it so well.
The golf ball felt like a proud father.
The golf cart was given
A quick jolt of life
As Tiger pressed the pedal
So he could go retrieve the ball.
The ball lay gracefully,
Awaiting another hit
Right on the sweet spot.
The ball rolled on the green.
It looked as if it were a person on fire
Doing the stop drop and roll routine.



It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
I was late to class.

It’s not my fault
I was walking down the hallway
And a teacher I should not name
Walked down the same hall and I had NO room to get by.

It’s not my fault
My teacher held me back to tell me her life story
Because we loved to drink the same type of soda.

It’s not my fault
Someone started throwing up and
We all had to be disinfected by Poison Control.

I’ll… go get a pass.