Ball Hawking

I roam the edge of the roughs, ponds 'n streams For illusive precious golf spheres per chance Long looks through silt sifting for glints it seems That make themselves appear to start the dance Bits of dimpled light that want once again Away from their sunken settled dark place To take full flight across the verdant glen And put a simple smile on one's bright face For when you find a lost ball, dearest friend They share great joys and awful torrid tears What begins anew from someone else's end Those round companions can go on for years So live 'n walk ever searching to gawk The vagary life of the true Ball Hawk Colored pencil illustration G. Gaul 2023