Its POETS day -
The Golfer……
Beneath a sky of shifting hue, Where clouds convene in shades of blue, A golfer stands on emerald ground, In silent quest, where peace is found.
The fairway stretches wide and free, A ribbon 'midst the greenery. The village sleeps beyond the trees, Where whispers drift on gentle breeze.
With cart beside, he takes his stance, Aiming far with hopeful glance. Each stroke a story yet untold, In this serene and verdant fold.
The bunker lurks, a sandy snare, But he is calm, with steady care. His thoughts align with nature's course, Embracing both its peace and force.
In this expanse, where calm prevails, The spirit soars, the moment hails. A game of patience, skill, and art, Played out beneath the sky’s grand heart.
Taken with Mini 3 Pro.
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