These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Truth about Golf

This golf is not a rowdy game
where teenage boys can run and play,
while other boys, they do the same
projecting balls, that do dismay.

This golf is such a thinking feat,
where math, and strength, and focus meet.
To land a drive is joy replete.
To putt, and drop we'd oft repeat.

Yet, in my youth the football field
became our driving range one day.
It joy and mirth, but danger yield
with foolishness on full display.

One group went first, while watched I rapt.
Some moments later wood met ball,
then off I ran, its sight I kept
when hairs-on-end my attention called.

Apparently, a boy had found
the ball he drove and drove from there.
The narrow miss God's Grace abound.
Today, I live without that care.

Great wisdom need we when we play
with golf ball flying through the air.
Address it well, and live a new day.
Make golfer, watcher, all aware.

Prepare to swing, and cry thee, "Fore!"
when errant souls thy fairway tred.
For mirthful boy might live no more
with a golf ball smacked upside his head.

by Jay O’Toole
on June 21st, 2022