Hi I thought you might like this poem i wrote GOLF Golf is a very special game so often I've been told played in the height of summer and also when tis cold. The tidy and well maintained lawns are full of little holes to keep smiles on the faces of the happy little souls A pleasant walk in summer, short sleeves and lightweight trews, some have a trolley with a sest, from hole to hole they cruise. Fore! Good shot and well done there is uttered while in motion tops of balding heads are white, with lashings of sun tan lotion If by chance during the game you score a hole in one your dream come true, you jump with joy then realize what you've done for later on when in the bar you have to buy a round then every golfer in the world comes out from underground regards Susan Haywood susiehaywood@hotmail.co.uk