Linda Ori

Rookie - 105 Points (08/13/1945 / UTAH)

Green Peace - Poem by Linda Ori

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 bet your ass!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

contemplation on the green

Comments about Green Peace by Linda Ori

  • Gold Star - 38,905 Points Kelly Kurt (4/9/2015 9:13:00 PM)

    Delightful, Linda. Thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,889 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (6/20/2014 8:50:00 AM)

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

    Pls review my latest poem too. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,260 Points Valerie Dohren (5/24/2014 1:42:00 PM)

    Haha, great poem. Loved reading. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 24, 2014

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