In the early dawn, the grass lies still,
A gentle whisper through the morning chill.
The golfer stands, with dreams untold,
On this hallowed ground, stories unfold.

The swing begins, a dance so true,
Beneath the sky of endless blue.
A fleeting moment, the ball takes flight,
Through the air, a graceful sight.

The journey winds through hills and trees,
A game of patience, with the breeze.
Each stroke a note in nature’s song,
In the heart, where memories belong.

As the sun sets, painting skies aglow,
The course a canvas, with stories to show.
A day well spent, in tranquil embrace,
On this green stage, a timeless place.