We always looked forward to a special day,
When a round of golf we aimed to play.
We liked to admire the well-tended courses,
No competition with autos or horses.
The exercise was invigorating,
There were moments of picture taking.

Eighteen holes was all we could do.
We had an evening to look forward to.
We hurried home to take a rest.
What followed our dinner was always best.
We both loved music, the classical kind
Which in our home was easy to find.

We sat and listened hand in hand
We called it a day very well spent.




©Gerta Freeman - August 10, 2012