A golf course’s charm,Rolling hills, lush greens, and ponds,Nature’s gift to man.

A golf club’s cold touch,The ball takes flight, a quick dream,The perfect stroke gone.

The flag on the green,A beacon of hope and skill,Golf’s eternal quest.

A golf ball’s high flight,A dance with the wind gentleA golfer’s delight.

The sun sets lower,A golfer’s final driving,A moment of bliss.