The Golf Course Poem by Vincent Young
The Golf Course
Rating: ★5.0
Life on the golf course
The stillness of the tree line
The chirping of the birds
Broken by the foursome sound
The knock, knock of the wood
I see the group of four
Looking for their balls
Quiet talk drifts around
Then the heavens pour.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: golf
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Vincent Young
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 10:45:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written Vincent. no doubt enjoyable, carry on. Please follow the e-mail. I offer you bog 10.O.K. Thanks.