Friday, November 3, 2017

On An August Evening

It was a beautiful morning!

Over half an inch of morning rain
Cool front blew through,
High in the eighties!
Done with our work.

Let’s walk the back nine!
just after the next cloud passes.
Okay, Let’s have a drink!
Until the next cloud passes.

Are you ready?
Now another shower.
Getting a little sultry.
We’ll be okay.

I’ll carry a bag for both of us.
We need the exercise.
Feels like we are still in New Mexico!
Com’on, let’s go!

What happened to that little breeze?
This hill is longer than I remember.
Boy, is it humid, or what?
When will get the cart back?

My glove is soaked.
Let’s skip 13, 14, 15,
I think I can make it
If we cut it to 6 holes.

What happened to the clouds?
That sun is brutal!
Why are you walking so fast?
This bag is like a dead weight.

I’m identifying with those pro caddies,
No wonder they are in great shape
My legs are giving out
Glad 18 is downhill!

We made it home,
My clothes are soaked.
Just a quarter mile up hill.
Look at that sunset!

It was a beautiful day.

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