Golf
slopes of green
waving by
was a backseat window-watcher
drawn to the pathways
wondering where they led …
what was up over that hill
it was the closest i ever got
to golf
in my 30s, I would get out of the car
and walk those pathways
listening to my music
then get back in the car
and drive away
and repeat the next day
it never crossed my mind
to actually play
just loved being out there
on the greens
in the quiet of the morning ray
then I turned 40
and it was like something in me
woke up
golf didn’t care
if I was 40
didn’t care if I knew nothing about the game
didn’t care if I was a stay-at-home-mom
didn’t care if my career was over
didn’t care if I was still struggling with my past
golf didn’t give a damn!
bout any of that
after hitting nothing but dirt for so long
I’ll never forget
the first time I ever stood
on the hill
and didn’t feel like a fool
‘cause the lessons
Jimmy gave
and I got into position
with my used Callaway driver
and rifled the ball
like I never thought I could
it was like electricity coursing through me
and I just stood there
up on that hill
and felt the drops
roll down
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