I like your typewriter poems. This one reminds me of the tennis courts where us kids would play our own tournaments. During the weekdays though it was just me, banging the ball by myself against the practice wall. The courts have long since been torn down and mother nature has happily resurfaced with a little forest there.
Thanks for reading and replying. Oh I have good memories of playing tennis too, just hitting a ball up against a wall, practicing the forehand and backhand.
I like your typewriter poems. This one reminds me of the tennis courts where us kids would play our own tournaments. During the weekdays though it was just me, banging the ball by myself against the practice wall. The courts have long since been torn down and mother nature has happily resurfaced with a little forest there.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and replying. Oh I have good memories of playing tennis too, just hitting a ball up against a wall, practicing the forehand and backhand.
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