The Green Field

January 7, 2009
By Joey Butterfield, Parck City, UT

I look around
I see my options
I swiftly chalk my stick
My brother looks disappointed

The strips catch my eyes
I bend down
I line up for the shot

I rush and miss the ball
My brother laughs
I think to myself
Don’t rush don’t rush

I line up my shot

I think don’t rush don’t rush
The cue ball is perfectly a lined
The eight ball on the other side

I hit the cue ball
The ball goes slowly down the green field
The balls hit and the eight ball goes in.

YES I won
I start dancing
I hear the sound of two balls going



And down…

I turn around to see the cue ball
Well… gone
My brother cheers
I think. Well maybe another time

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