Friday, January 07, 2005

Golf Balls--A Poem

Golf Balls

Dimpled,
Shiny white,
In a box
Like eggs!

A dozen,
In a bag,
With clubs
To tee them off!

Struck violently,
Compressed
To fly
Great Distances!

A hole,
So small,
And marked
With a flag,

The target,
And final
Destination
For them all!


Mark Worden
January 7, 2005




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