I met one that
I could not keep
Took my bait snatched
My lure but what
I used wasn’t me
And now in boat
Staring at me gasping
Why’d you trick me
You’re the silly fish
Taking what is easy
Then blaming the fisherman
Author: Harlan Didrickson
In 2008 on a 22-year dog-legged career, and what proved to be my final tee shot glanced off the Course's popular Poplar and bee-lined into the water hazard. My life (like my tee shot) is a mulligan, another tee-shot, a blank a window thrown open at the first sign of spring!
Pthtsz
There are some days
When no matter what
Or when or whom
You think about the
Sun doesn’t quite rise
And your morning is
Cast in a gauzy
Shroud of melancholy and
The fire in your
Heart simply goes pthtsz
So
And so you said
So what’s what’s so
I asked followed by
So when’s so what
So where and how
Was so what so
What and who was
So that made me
Nothing more than that
What’s so did he
Make you feel so
Much more than my
What’s so that I
Became just so what
So what to you
Children
I will never be
Famous I don’t want
To be my words
Are my children let
Them take the place
Of me wherever they
Are found to be
UsTime
And so we talked
And so we laughed
You there as Pikachu
And me as Goofy
But while we pretended
There was something real
Something many people overlook
It’s called play time
Pretend time silly time
And in that time
It’s simply us time
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 