Ode to Golf

I won a highly commended for this one at school when I was 14. I think it's a bit daggy now, but thought I'd post it anyway ... lol.

ODE TO GOLF (1997)

An endless sea of rolling green
With sweaty palms and a face so keen
I stand upon a lonely hill
A silent breeze, my bones do chill.

The silence it surrounds me,
Like a stuffy blanket I cannot see.
My arms swing back all stiff and taut,
I slice the air and call out 'Fore'.

(c) Lillian Martin