The Golf Player
As the golf ball courses over the green
Arthur watches, his eyes is on the ball
It travels distances over the lawn.
He squints his eyes, it lands, there is applause.
Not a hole in one, but almost, he views.
From the hole, but a few inches of space.
He putts lightly, it falls into the space,
'A hole in two!' he cheers into the green.
His eyes glaze over the fields at the views
It is immense! This incredible ball,
The incredible game, gracious applause,
The miles upon miles of gorgeous, green lawn.
Arthur makes his way over the coarsed lawn.
The fifth course, he has to find the new space.
Can he do it again? There'll be applause.
Arthur putts the ball, ignoring the green.
It sails overhead far. The stumbling ball
Eventually lands. He looks past the views,
He can't quite see it, squinting as he views.
Has he done it? He walks over the lawn.
He can't see it. Where is it? Where's the ball?
He continues walking over the space.
He still can't see it, he walks through the green,
'It's in the hole!' They shout. There's wild applause.
In another ten minutes the applause
Would be over. They cheer for him, he views.
For his game-play, for all these sights of green.
Now the sixth course. He walks over the lawn,
Whilst looking up at the skies and the space.
He's never known a better-behaved ball.
It's the sixth course now, he whacks at the ball
Will there be some more rapturous applause?
Oh no! It lands in yellow sand-pit space.
No getting a hole in two now, he views.
This time he toddles over the vast lawn
He can't get this ball back into the green.
He strikes the ball, it goes onto the green.
Polite applause dimming over the lawn's