The links are a place I go to compete
With the gals in the shorts who wear soft cleats.
We all can agree that the game is for fun,
To enjoy the outdoors with hopes that we've won.
The course is pristine with trees--tall and grand.
The water is peaceful and the hazard is sand.
I go to the course to compete against me,
to lower the score as low as can be.
A birdie, a par and a game well played,
to the course I go and housework evade.
Hit 'em long, hit 'em straight, to the cup I will go.
When I clear the green, it's the next groups show.
My mind and my body--in tandem they swing,
Working together along with my Ping.
My game is a drive, a wedge then a putt,
But sometimes the ball (or myself) finds a rut.
I enjoy the game on fairway and green,
Determined to strike--precise and clean.
When bogies arise and my ball doesn't fly,
I smile and again, I swing and I try.
A game, a challenge, a lesson, a dream.
The game has it all or so it would seem.
I love to play golf even when poorly I play
With good fortune and health, I'll play every day!
May we all have the good fortune and health
to enjoy this game that we all love
for as long as we choose.
Written June 7, 2007
by Cindy Peterson |