Spring Golf

Perhaps today I will hit with authority 

 I shouldn’t miss the ball,
 club flaying the air

This dimpled ball needs to fly 

Over time 

I have tried different brands

I have tried different colors 

I try to be humble, move along, be pleasant 

in the face of adversity, chat, celebrate 

the par of another while wondering about

my own score or number of pars

So under this spring sun

may the new season open with cards

filled with scores of pars

April Poem  Day

Prompt: action