Lizzies Lament
Bright the day and too my look, it was
Spirit alight and too my smile,because
Sunbeams lanced like merry spear they did
And dappled leaf danced with nothing hid
Unsheathed agleam, a stick, a pole the ball to hit
My dream then as I drew, that in the hole an easy fit.
Single soar behind the glocken hollow whack,
I'm sure I heard a whistle, and a crisp clean crack
There was nought of any offend, where ball did final land
Nowhere near the rough, the fescue or the sand
The birds were all a twitter, and so my heart leapt too
Never was a drive so fine and oh so very true
Cupping hand above my brow, I spied the yonder green
Never yet this close and straight, had I ever been
There was nothing in the way, save some feet or ten
This was why I picked, the wedge that I chose then,
My partner only glared, for his shot had sadness writ,
And fallen by the side, deep in that wiley old sandpit
Well like one always must, I watched as his flew wide
A smile of rue from he, as the ball ran down the side
A stance I took and careful did my shot I aim
This time as before, and hoped for outcome same
My backswing failed me not, the loft I had just right
Imagine then my surprise, as ball ran out of sight
My gay step that started out, had left me at this time
And clouds they gathered round, and took out all the shine
Behind me I could hear, mirth bad held in I swear
Pretended me not to know, and showed by flick of hair
Still trudged ahead, my grimace pained me so
All the way up and up, as far as I could go
Sitting smiling up, a grin in every dimple
I saw my ball right then, and believed the lie not simple
My turn now for I was farthest out
To commune with he, I surely would have the need of shout
With luck I might just see the pin, thirty feet of drop I saw
And a hundred ten little feet, to compliment my dropping jaw
Now I have seen the lightening, and cars that go so quick
But ne'er have I seen, a golf ball faster still, and oh so very slick
Now my partner turned, so his laughter would not smirch
As into rough I ventured, the long grass to tickle at my skirts
My fourth no better played, indeed I vented a little temper mood
For not two feet hence, was my smiling ball steady glued
And so my fifth, before e'er my partner played a third
Was taken swift without a care, and not as I preferred
Finally and at last, the hole was almost done
After six, I can tell you it became no more fun
Lizzie xx :-)