Tennis Ball Poem by Carla Kitts

Tennis Ball

Rating: 3.0


A golden green ball
Perfectly round and made to bounce up after a fall
Laying in the grass abandoned and alone
Looking so lonely i simply just had to take it home
Feel like the princess with her golden ball
You know the one where in a pond it did fall?
Who knew playing with a ball would be so much fun?
Me and my ball we shall never be done

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
once found a tennis ball on my way home from school
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Carla Kitts

Carla Kitts

Pasco, Washington
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