Hot, humid and muggy,
Not the way the way it was supposed to be.
It was expected to be cold.

This golf match is getting tiring,
We have all lost interest.
But I am still determined to finish.
All you hear now is that “click” the ball makes,
With the swing of a golf club.
Then following behind are the other groups yelling “FORE!”

The grass is freshly cut,
The smell swirls softly around in the slight breeze.
Bees swarm around like a tornado and dogs bark
Distracting putters.
Looking around all there is, is our golf clubs
And the tall trees randomly scattered about.

The white, tight glove
Is getting tighter and tighter.
We all are so tired of standing,
But the bright green grass is still too wet to sit on.

Determined to finish,
As we play the last few holes.
We think of things to motivate us.
Imagining how proud we will all be.
We want to add up our scores,
And find out who wins.