The Arizona Golf Extravaganza

A golf trip taken yearly by good old boys.

An Arizona Golf Extravaganza©
By Artemis Quill 4/10/2025
“No problems, overwhelmed with blessings”

I sing of sun-kissed fairways, a fellowship of men,
Forty strong, a golfing brotherhood, again and again!
From dawn's first blush to twilight's gentle fade,
A symphony of swings and stories to be made.

I see them gathered, patriots of the tee,
With laughter booming, wild and bold and free.
A kaleidoscope of club’s gleams in the light,
Ready for battle, fiercely, strong, and bright!

The carts they rumble, a parade across the green,
Chasing white spheres, a whimsical, sporting scene.
Each drive a challenge, each putt a whispered prayer,
With hopes and dreams suspended in the air.

And as the scores are tallied, and the day is done,
The party starts, the real festivities begun!
The grills are fired, the stories start to flow,
A tapestry of camaraderie, you know.

From seasoned veterans to rookies fresh and keen,
All find their place within this vibrant scene.
Families unite, children run and play,
Beneath the banner of a perfect, golden day.

I sing of John, a golfer strong and true,
With silver hair and spirit shining through.
And Johnny, his son, a chip off the old block,
Their partnership a tower, strong as any rock.

The father-son match, a battle hard and fair,
But John and Johnny, they stand beyond compare!
Their bond unbreakable, their swings in perfect time,
A victory earned; a moment truly sublime.

The senior golfers, a wisdom in their stride,
John amongst them, holding back the tide!
He finishes strong, within the chosen few,
A testament to skill, dedicated and true.

But hark! The young gun, Johnny, takes the lead,
A masterful display, planting victory's seed!
The overall money, a prize he claims with pride,
His golfing prowess, he can no longer hide.

I hear the clinking glasses, a joyful, vibrant sound,
As tales are told and victories are crowned.
The gambling spirit, a friendly, playful jest,
A shared excitement, putting all to the test.

For more than winnings, or the perfect swing,
It's friendship forged, the joy that weekends bring.
The common ground of the great outdoors embraced,
A shared experience, beautifully interlaced.

Oh, John and Johnny, father, son, and friend,
Your memory lingers, till the very end!
The golfing, partying, gambling, all so grand,
A week of moments, etched upon the land.

I celebrate the spirit, wild and ever bright,
That shines amongst them, burning ever light!
The love of golf, the laughter, and the cheer,
A gathering of souls, year after year.

So let us raise a glass, to friendships strong and deep,
To victories savored, and secrets they will keep.
To forty golfers, bound by sun and green,
A brotherhood of legends, a magnificent scene!
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