The Point of Greens
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The scents are green in golf. They are the green
Of grass, and hope, and promise, and of rest.
Perhaps they are the green of youth as seen
By fathers watching sons and teaching best
Of soft palm’s firmest grip on iron and life.
The sight of morning grass with rain or dew
Uplifted by the sun reduces strife
And tensions. Green surrounds the courses, too,
Around the world. At Callaway the trees
Are green in many shades beside the lakes.
In Italy the formal pines by tees
And fairways watch beside the putting breaks.
..A calmness, calm as summer greens, prefers
….A golf course. Restfulness of green occurs.