There is a place that feels like more than just a place
It is the golf course
on a lonely summer evening
I always remember stories that happen there
as I walk down fairways in the setting sun
Now, too much time passes between summers
and my fondest memories seem farther away
If there is a world beyond this one
you can feel it when you sit still for hours
The golf course is that way
The woods are filled with lost balls
and the wind whispers through the trees
The pond is still
until my ball interrupts it
I’m playing golf with my friend
whom I’ve known for years
We talk about the usual things…
high school
mutual friends
and women
moving from hole to hole
like a dream
We get lucky several times
and the evening stretches on for hours
during the longest day of the year.
Well done! Great imagery.
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Thanks Rue!
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Very nice vignette! You’ve captured the feeling very well.
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Thanks so much Liz! 🙂
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