Not intended to be my first post but I can't find it, so in honor of this Labor Day weekend, a change in season usually punctuated with a fond farewell. Golfing, Culver Style A story about a game I love and the place I learned to play. You were my first time What a treat! To go for a ride seemed at first enough Until you took over, elusive and seductive Anxious anticipation as we pull out and look at you, the first hole, Waiting for us, calling us like a siren Torture to look upon you at times So close, another care free round How long would we have to wait?. Get a group together, What’s up partner? I’ll drive. A couple of drinks…sure Maybe a stereo! Let’s roll, A nod and your up Safe in the thought, no matter how cruel you were That we were close to home Perhaps a dip in the lake Like a good friend I hit predictably around you, Various shades of green, pushing white dimpled balls Sometimes consumed, hidden I’ll just take a muligan Finely cut grass and rounded edges Big trees and w...
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