Game Called GOLF

Twas windy and it looked like rain
But nothing would stop them from the game

So they loaded the clubs, shut off the phones…
Headed north to a course unknown.

Rex started to cringe when the “Legend” he saw
Seemed reassured when Larry laughed & said “na”

The “Summit” was the course of the day
18 holes they scheduled to play.

After a beer and words of good cheer…
I was the cart girl that day it did appear…

They headed off…
They were going to play the game they call “GOLF”

I always wondered what thrill could there be
Chasing little white balls that sat on a T

After one or two holes I began to see…
Just the kind of thrill … might could be

It wasn’t the slice too far to the right
Or even the divots that left quite a sight

Maybe the laughter, the breath of fresh air
Or how they seemed without a care

It wasn’t long before I knew
why this game called “GOLF” so many choose

It’s a game of great skill a challenge of mind
Even at times I was sure they were blind

We wandered around out in the rough
Finding little white balls… man that was tough

Rex loved the sand he proved to us
There were times they were given to cuss

My eyes were opened on the course that day
That game called “GOLF” so many play…

All in one place you have the water… sand… the beach??

See paradise is not so far out of reach! 2001 -