Golf vintage
In the memories of those living
A vibe from the form of the game
Upon the living brain
I imagine a color so bight and true
A green so vast
So rich
With tress playing out in open energy
To save the land and be a
Refuge for the wildlife
Makes the point certain
A game and a journey if the
Way of the world
And the game of golf
The paper moon
Torn on the life
To know one moon
Is to know many
Colors of vibrant blue
Drip off the page
Pulling the eyes clearly to the
Light at hand
Paper pushes the boundary
Of the moon in it’s one dimension
If the paper were to bend
What would we see
From the shapes that reflect the light
And the beauty
Of a paper moon lifted
Over the sea
A Cup of Songwriting 