050110q Eyes Of The Green Poem by Manonton Dalan

here's the marshall with drinks in tow
he comes around greeting and go
sometimes he ask if you need some
he knows who needs most of the time
he doesn't make a buck for days work
free game and cart so he wont' walk

he doesn't tell you to speed your game
he just looks from the tee to the green
look up for prayer that you will be tame
amazingly we do comply; we walk faster
and when his time is done he go home
yes, next day he has a game of his own