Golf is a game played,
And some degree of intelligence.
Not too often is anyone filmed,
Hitting a golf ball off a tee.
Then seen to walk just a few feet.
To be praised as the winner.
While raising a trophy to have won.
This to achieve can only be done,
By one who self proclaims...
With no discourse on this golf course.
As one who has been chosen.
Amongst others on the field of play.
A true champion.
And those invited to agree exclusively,
Applaud then cheer their approval and loyalty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem