Fore!

Fore!
by cricketjeff on August 13, 2015.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
He stood on the tee and he gazed at his ball
At the fairways so long and the green far too small
At the crowd who were silent, then started to grin
Just eighteen more holes and a million to win!

He drew back his driver, high over his head
And swung it down smoothly like a young thoroughbred.
The gallery “ooooh”ed and the gallery “ahhh”ed
What would be the score that he wrote on his card?

—

His grip on the shaft wasn’t all it could be,
His driver went flying, it was glad to be free.
Down range they all ducked to his loud warning call,
While still on the tee sat his unmoving ball.

Perhaps he was careless, perhaps just unwise,
He thought less of practice than winning the prize.
It isn’t enough to set off with a will —
To rise to the top you may also need skill!