Lines straight enough to see

Down the middle of the fairway

Beyond the sand

There is a man standing

Waiting

The sun is setting over the Western skies

In the moments like these

You can’t tell to celebrate

Or cry

As I approached the figure

It became clear it was my father

Walking down the path

Towards me

I walked to the back of the green

And we embraced in the fall light

And fallen leaves

He told me the good news

Of a plan for a future I had wanted

We cried

As I write this story now

I have been struck down

As my father died

But I will remember that fairway

The setting sun

And I was lucky enough

That my father

Was truly a great one