On The Tee
- Eric Buechel
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On The Tee
By Eric Buechel
In the early light, the dew still clings, A whisper of morning, as the bird softly sings. With a club in my hand and the world at my feet, I stand on the tee, where the green and sky meet.
The ball rests in silence, a promise to soar, As I take a deep breath, my thoughts start to pour. The grip feels just right, my stance steady and true, With a flick of my wrist, I’ll send it anew.
A swing through the air, a crack that resounds, The ball takes its flight, over fairways it bounds. With the sun on my face and the wind at my back, I watch as it dances along the bright track.
Through valleys and hills, it rolls with such grace, A journey of freedom in this wide-open space. Each hole a new challenge, each putt a new test, In the game of golf, I find my own quest.
As I walk down the fairway, my spirit feels light, In the heart of the game, everything feels right. For in each swing and each step on this course, I find joy in the journey, a powerful force.
Eric Buechel
P. O. Box 277
Pleasant Hill, Tennessee 38578
931-881-7806
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