Homage to National Poetry month and the return of
more suitable golfing weather.
I.
April grass grows green.
Springtime skies bring wind and dust.
I approach the tee.
Clouds laugh.
II.
Stand at the tee box.
Aim for the stars and the sky.
Can not see the flag.
III.
Oh little white ball
Nested in grass so deep green.
Where will you fly next?
IV.
Soar into the sky—
Bump along the rocky trail—
Please sink this last putt.
