Step On Up
The expanse in front of me is lush and green
a finer panorama I could not imagine.
The air he’s breathing is fresh and clean as he steps up to try again.
His memory bank is overflowing
from the how “How to” articles he’s read.
You’d think he’d have pristine confidence flowing
but instead he’s full of dread.
The time and money he has invested
most certainly should be paying dividends.
Combined with the volumes of tips ingested, it’s enough to give him the bends.
He towels the moisture from his shaking hands
and breathes deeply to calm his aura.
The uninitiated could never fully understand
how this task can elicit such horror.
Have you ever really looked from my perspective
As I sit here motionless on a wooden tee.
After what’s coming next, there’ll be an invective, as his mighty blow just cold tops me.
He takes his turn on the launching pad
there’s no turning back, after all.
It’s amazing how it can drive him mad,
trying to find the fairway with me, his golfball.
Submitted for the Lucky Seven challenge hosted by Timothy
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