And Restaurant At That Poem by Manonton Dalan

an old man all wrap-up
pouring sand for every
divots he could find
he watch my second shot
'you killed that one'
i know i did 'pin high'

he could be in his 70's
missing teeth but smile
told him 'i'll do it free'
he said 'so do i for game'
we chat for moment; i wait
he said 'i have enough today'

drove his cart back to shop
leaving me few balls to pop
with all those errant shots
i could be feeling as well
i'm too close to riverbank
where three cedars in rank