Hi everyone!
My dad is a really big golf lover, and Father’s Day passed recently. As a father’s day present, I wrote him a poem about a golf course. I hope you like it! Thanks so much for reading, and please comment!!
Soft cool breezes
Ruffle the short green grass
Manicured to perfection
Set by a triangular flag
Crisp sound of metal striking the ball
Flash of white through the warm, still afternoon air
Perfect drop into the round hole
Everything is silent for a single, perfect moment
Air tight with the concentration and involvement in a single game
Then he walks away
-S. P. Kumar
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