The Golfer

A golfer I am Kerry Hall that's me
my friends on the course all named tree
I've played with my friends for many long years
prayed with them and shed some tears
as I've hit them hard and hit them low
but cursing at friends a definite no
as they've all been kind, in bending their way
so the ball I've struck is a pleasure to play

the course curator who planted the seeds
Kerry Hall that's me so skill, who needs

the tall the short the bushy ones too
all lend a limb to guide my ball through
the fairway it lands off my friends' tree
as all their branches part way for me
I swear I've seen their roots in-ground
walk proudly away when my ball's inbound
I've seen their leaves all scattered about
to hide the balls of others no doubt

the petals of loved ones I've known since babes
tomorrow I'll sweep and honor their graves

I wish the water on the course
could be my friend of greater force
I would be then a golfing great
no longer a need to hit the ball straight
my name on a trophy not yet to be seen
I'll ask my friends to put ball on the green
this year I'm sure my dream will come true
more friends I've planted to help me through

my friends on the course all named tree
a golfer I am Kerry Hall that's me