Hole in One(golf)

As I approach the beauty of the waving blades marked with golden stakes

I feel the gentle breeze brushing through my hair standing on the overlooking mound

The power rushes through my hands as I pick up my powerful staff to tame this green beauty

I swing my staff with all my might at the unusually round white evil of the average man

As I forcefully strike evil and watch, it soars gently through the air
It slowly lifts towards the heavens but is just as slowly denied and falls to the final battlefield

Softly landing on the forbidden grounds it shakes a white flag at me signaling submission

Finally I have won I have been accepted in to God’s green heavens

poem by Mike Birdscratch
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