Grandpa's Ode to Golf

I take such graceful practice swings
and visualize the ball
go sailing down the fairway
with the "ohs" and "ahs" of all.

I place the ball upon the tee
and take the proper stance
the club goes back, - the perfect arc
and - I go into a trance.

I hit the trees, the trap, the stump
there's nothing I can miss
if water's near, I'm in that too
golf - such perfect bliss.

I'm in the woods and out again
this time into the thick
should I use the five or three
or give it a little kick.

Hole after hole I hack away
and think of tips I've read
by Nicklaus, Player, Beard or Snead
and all of what was said.

At last I'm in the final stretch
with one more hole to play
can hardly wait - to store the clubs
I've had enough fun for one day.

Copyright; Harry Adler
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