Poetry – “A Day On The Links”

The grass is green, a club in my hand;

Adrenaline build up, on the first tee I stand.

My first shot is hoisted, my drive is used;

A shot in the fairway, that makes me confused.

An iron I’ll retrieve, a journey towards the hole;

The flag is above, the ball is below.

With my club in the air, I line up my putt;

And decide in which direction, the greens have been cut.

Then comes the swing, I gently connect;

The ball runs smoothly, into the open net.

I made my putt, it surely was time;

Then ripped out the scorecard, and wrote down a nine.

-Written by Drew Felton (4-18-2000)

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