Green Peace Poem by Linda Ori

Green Peace

Rating: 4.3


The golfer stands upon the green
with putter in his hand,
the flag is waving in the breeze -
he's made it past the sand;
He checks the slope and calculates
the distance to the cup,
assumes the stance, remembering......
look at the ball, not up;
It's not that far, a piece of cake
to sink it in the hole,
a practice swing, a gentle tap,
the ball begins to roll
gently forward, now it curves
along the emerald grass,
but will it drop into that little
hole......you bet your ass!


5/24/2014

Saturday, May 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: golf
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
contemplation on the green
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 09 April 2015

Delightful, Linda. Thank you for sharing

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 20 June 2014

Wow a unique sportive poem. Rhymin golf to a tee. And nice analogy of peace too. Pls review my latest poem too.

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Valerie Dohren 24 May 2014

Haha, great poem. Loved reading.

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