I searched my brain, from Ireland to Spain,
From North to South, from East to West.
There was so much to see, of the very best.
Somehow, I never got to experience a magic spot.

I became a golfer late in life,
To walk the well tended grounds was fun.
Nothing special to be done.
I wanted to improve my game,
And once a special moment came.

There was a hill to climb,
And on the top, the green just barely seen.
My husband saw my hesitation,
I stood frozen on the spot.
He whispered “give it all you’ve got”.

Lo and behold, I swung my club,
And landed an inch from the cup.
I had shot the first and only Birdie of my life!
That was my magic spot
Not so hot? 

©Gerta Freeman - October 28, 2011