Disc Golf's Spiritual Side Poem by Jennifer Parks
Disc Golf's Spiritual Side
Sunday morning disc golf is a most spiritual thing:
the metallic jingle of chains as church bells ring
the sight of a disc being launched through the air
the easy camaraderie that most players share
the feel of breezes which caress your cheek
the odor of earth passing beneath your feet
the thrill of a birdie or an ace on a hole
the freedom of flight in each and every throw
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