Keep It In The Yard
Forget the links
I’m in the yard
Starting low
Looking for control
Mom’s with baby
Strolling my street
A wayward ball
Could land me in jail
I would need bail
I am tired of being a duffer
Thinking new clubs
Will lead the way
Don’t I know yet
Practice is my best bet?
Following directions
Not worthy of my inspection
Forever foolish
I can figure it out
The language of golf
I could never decipher
For decades illiterate
I forsook for the feel of it
They told me
I must find my swing
Box myself in
Take it slow, mostly
Keep the ball in the yard!
Poem 17
Hard To Believe
It is hard to believe And, therefore.Receive A love so great
It is hard to believe And, therefore.Receive A love so great
That it covers every failing,
Perfects all things.
Making the desires of the heart
Complete.
Faith is given,
Perfects all things.
Making the desires of the heart
Complete.
Faith is given,
Poem 18
Lift
Sadness welcomes a lift For surely it wishes a Return to joy.
Sadness welcomes a lift For surely it wishes a Return to joy.
Sadness welcomes a lift
For surely it wishes a
Return to joy.
For surely it wishes a
Return to joy.
Poem 19
Hiding Like Monkeys
Sometimes trying
To connect with someone
Is like walking up
when you are passed by
Is like walking up
when you are passed by