Linda Ori

Rookie - 169 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!


Topic(s) of this poem: golf

Poet's Notes about The Poem

contemplation on the green

Comments about Green Peace by Linda Ori

  • Kelly Kurt (4/9/2015 9:13:00 PM)

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

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  • S.zaynab 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.
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  • 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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