It's Always Golfball Season

When I moved here
just before winter,
people were frantically
golfing away the last
of the season.

Four months later,
where it's still
winter, somewhere,
they're back.

I don't know,
I guess it's because
this is the first time
I've had a course in
my backyard, but
I just never realized
how rabid these players
really are, always ready,
always game, stalking
those tiny balls
and smacking them away
into small holes.

It only sounds dirty.

C'mon! Old people do it!
It can't be wrong!

All joking aside,
I've never gotten
into golf myself,
but it's funny to see
all the people,
riding the greens,
looking for the perfect slice.

The most fun
I've had
on them
was finding out
about the fence.

I guess it keeps
the gophers
away.