It is a beautiful thing,
To see the Sun fade West,
As your final Drive,
pushes 200 yards at best.
Watching the greens,
As the Sunset on fairway fades,
Thinking about all the shots,
Both good and bad you made.
It is a powerful moment,
As the last drive is gone,
Knowing the game you played,
will soon be a number long.
The fades, the duffs and the mulligans,
All needed to find the line.
Will keep you up until,
The Sunset on the fairway,
is all you leave behind...
A great struck ball,
Lost because it drew right.
Is enough to want to keep looking for it,
in your mind, half the night.
The next hole is coming,
then soon that One too is gone,
It only took 4 shots,
Yet finally you were On.
The fact remains, the numbers are the same,
Eighteen in all, they say.
When all told, looking back,
The Sunset on a fairway,
Tells you somehow you had a good Day..
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