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[aid] => mick
[title] => GOLFER’S LAMENT
[time] => 2007-11-22 00:06:19
[hometext] => inspired by over 30 years of playing the links...
[bodytext] => Ah….the smell of fresh cut grass, with a hint of two cycle exhaust The sweet sound of swallows Dancing in fairways The sunshine warm on shoulders Loosening muscles for the next shot The rustle of leaves, in the breeze, on the trees, is never forgot For this is golf Solo, or with friends Who appreciate what golf truly is A brisk walk up hill to the next tee Straining muscles and out of breath Taking time to recuperate But needing time to take in the nature All around The laughter at the sight of a wayward shot, Into a creek Mingles with hysterics of a soaker Obtained while trying to retrieve the ball This game is played by walking The heart pumps and the blood flows In sync with the trees, the birds and the leaves The true game is not played by masters But by amateurs, with no care for the next shot This is life, the gentleman’s game To be played on a sunny, windy or rainy afternoon In solitude or with friends But only with those who truly know golf Keith W. Saunders [comments] => 0 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 7 [informant] => gribbs [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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