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Green At Rest


The green lies in abeyance

The shots have all been played

No more the calculations

Before the putts are made

The fairway slumbers in the sun

Deep shadows cloak the rough

The trolleys parked at clubhouse

By those who’ve had enough

One day the mower will return

To surface make pristine

For now the daisies will hold sway

And beautify this scene.

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