Golfing With Republicans

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.