Par or under Par that is the question?

I know nothing of golf

As I sit and watch

The men they stand

And eye up the hole

They ponder and think

They look and look

They slice the ball

High into the air

As it lands on the green

They walk, they talk

Decide on a club

Then time to putt

To gently stroke the ball

Encouraging it into the hole

So I sit and watch

The ball flying high

I have no idea of the game

The rules the regulations

I’m as blonde as it comes

It’s either this or the racing again

Its gentle, it’s quite

It’s thinking time

No matter how much I watch

I will never get

Par Under par or birdie

Flashing red light

I see the flashing red light

as it dances around the wood

it leaps high in the air

then is completely still

I see the flashing red light

in the distance

moving at great speed

close to the ground

I see you

on a dark misty morning

as we walk through the woods

with your flashing red light

hanging on your collar

for once

I see your walk not mine