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 SEEMS TO EFFECT MOSTLY ME

 Golf's one of the truly great sports

 for the trier

 who doesn't want to bounce on courts.

 From a hole on one

 must be nice.

 To triple squared bogeys

 bloody slice.

 Except for the rain

 water grabs the ball like a vice.

 To the odd baking hot day

 keeps rolling and rolling

 and rolling

 nothing too keep it at bay.

 Except for the hazards

 like water.

 There's no cruise liner

 it's not the Mediterranean

 I'm not there for swimming

 should be drained and filled in.

 And sand.

 A hundred miles from the sea.

 giant black holes

 seem to attract mostly me.

 And trees.

 Could sit in back garden

 admire mine and my neighbours

 for free.

 So back to the pleasure

 four putting, out of bounds, slicing, hooking.

 Doesn't frustrate and annoy me

 this poem indicates it clearly

 as you can clearly see. (14 year old made the cut in a senior golf tournament. Show off!)

 SMILED ON BY FATE

 A two hour drive to get some loving

 could be why it didn't last.

 Different traffic, different styles

 from stopped to really fast.

 Moving through residential areas

 seven miles to the motorway.

 Roads clearer between two towns

 glance at the speed limit signs

 twenty, thirty, couldn't really say.

 Transfer on to the motorway

 to the one sensible part of my nature.

 Tottle along at sixty

 everyone else really cares.

 Watch a line of cars behind

 overtaking like a bunch of lemmings.

 Brief interruptions at by-passes

 Armagh, Dungannon, Co Fermanagh

 then the madness really begins.

 Horse boxes at blind corners

 any vehicle travelling under eighty

 three cars at a time.

 Overtakings a local obsession

 not doing it must be a crime.

 So grateful to arrive in one piece

 smiled on by fate.

 Didn't mind it too much

 being told of for being late.

 

 

  mark.downey71@hotmail.co.uk