POETRY CORNER: ODE TO BENT CREEK

She's waiting there for you to play.

An awesome sight on any day

With silver sand that beckons forth

To test your shots for all their worth.

I love the fairways, long and green.

And from the blue's there pretty mean.

She'll test your game and make you fuss.

I've even heard some people cuss.

The greens are huge, slick and fast,

With breaks that make your ball go past.

She's a lady that makes you play.

Miss a shot, she makes you pay.

She's an angel serene, with beauty fair

Or a lion with cubs and teeth that tear.

Come on my friend, let's go play.

She might make you smile today.