The Golfer's Prelude
- Eric Buechel
- Apr 21
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 22
The Golfer's Prelude
By Eric Buechel
In the morning light, where the dew drops glisten, A golfer stands tall, with a dream to envision.
Clubs by his side, a ritual in motion, Heartbeats align with the vast, open ocean.
With a grip on the handle, firm yet so light, He breathes in the silence, embracing the sight. The
fairway stretches, a canvas so grand, A moment of focus, a plan in his hand.
Thoughts of the course dance like shadows at play, Each stroke is a story, each hole a ballet. He
visualizes paths, the curves and the bends, In this tranquil embrace, where the journey transcends.
With a nod to the caddy, a wink to the sky, He steps to the tee, where ambitions can fly. The world fades
away, just the ball and the tee, A golfer in rhythm, as free as can be.
The club arcs high, like a bird taking flight, A whisper of wind, the sun shining bright. With a crack and
a follow-through, dreams take their course, In the heart of the game, he finds his true source.
So here's to the golfer, with passion and pride, In every swing taken, his spirit won't hide. For in every fairway,
in each putt and drive, Lies the essence of joy, where the soul feels alive.
Eric Buechel Fine Art
P. O. Box 277
Pleasant Hill, Tennessee 38578
931-881-7806
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