Category Archives: Memories of a Golf Game

Prose Poem: Memory of a Golf Game

Dave Hood The duffer, a serious, quiet gent, places the ball gingerly on to the tee, looks toward the white flag on the green, blowing in the breeze, three football fields away. He sets up, swings the club, drives the … Continue reading

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