STOPPING BY COURSE NO. 1 ON A SNOWY MORNING
Which green this is I think I know,
I’m not quite sure, with all this snow.
My partner’s ball is in the trees
In cold wet stuff up to his knees.
He sighs and moans to show his grief
And asks if he can take relief.
I nod OK, but how’d I know
He’d leave a patch of yellow snow?
©2010, Dalton Hammond
