THE GOLF COURSE IN THE SKY

As eighteen flags flew at half mast, and
Glasses were soberly raised high
The latest member was having a ball
At the golf course in the sky


Freed from the gravity of the situation
The first tee shot soared through space
Bringing a wondrous, beaming smile 
To a kind, down to earth face


Surrounded by old club friends
Once thought never to be seen again
The infinity course beckoned ahead
Eighteen holes were for mere mortal men
 

Michael Ashby, Sidmouth

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