Driving Range by Tamela Rouse
The grass is not greener on the other side
Yet he comes here to play to take it in stride
Its therapy he says "it make's him forget all"
His hopes start to rise when he strikes that ball
He aligns himself up for the length of the shot
And checks out his stance then steps back and then squats
His mind is now focusing on the orange flag that's far
If he was out on the course he could make this with par
Now this shot will make him either happy or sad
Well, did he do good or was it that bad
His driver hits the ball and it sounds like a "ting"
Well that one's a dud if he'd heard anything
So he bends down once more to tee it up again
And the swoosh that he hears sends it up in the wind
With raised heel not moving his eyes follow the ball
He sees it drop down near the flag then it crawls
Up the little hill - then down - it comes to a rest
He knows that it's sitting one foot from his quest
And that makes him happy he's fine-tuning his play
As his goal is June's Open by qualifying in May
