Golfing With Republicans

Written by: James Fredholm

Someone once told me, you can learn a lot 
About people on the golf course.  As I 
Swing into the swirling wind, thoughts of
Last night’s undertow pull me back in.

Are these friends mortal but without regret,
Or are they pretenders of the ©old school?  
As I pull back my club with tempo and will,
In a rush of calm my dark thoughts  are repressed.

No longer can their hard words distract, my
Swinging form is in motion, gaining flow.
I travel through and release the ball with
Every ounce of faith and love that I know.

They watched that ball fly through the swirling air
It carried my unspoken heart and promises there.