The Younglings

Dear Mr. Woods,
Sorry 'bout your bum luck on the PGA Tour.
To paraphrase a saint, all seasons are seasonal.
In fact, watching that young whipper snapper snatch your lead,
was reminiscent some years ago of a 21 year old named Tiger Woods who donned the cover of
Sports Illustrated, Newsweek and Time Magazine.
New seasons call for new approaches, I feel confident that you'll figure it out.
Now for the younglings.
They're not so elusive.
Their game is quite different.
The contest lies in their ability to send the ball hurling into the next county.
From the tee above my home, that would be Person County,NC.
Putting for the younglings is a minor detail to be addressed at a later date.
I came home from work one spring day to fine the lawn sprayed with white spheres.
I looked like Peter Cottontail was blindsided and his basket capsized.
I learned that there had been a high school tournament at Treyburn that day.
Fortunately, for our personal safety,
most participants were not member's of Treyburn,
but we have our share to suffer.
Respectfully,
The Muse