Getting a Good Read

Has your ball ever rolled into a woodchuck hole in the middle of the fairway? Have you ever wondered why sometimes everything goes left? Or why you can make 10 on a hole one day and birdie it the next. These poems show a reverence for the game of golf and for literary tradition. They are poems for those who have spent cool nights lying in a sand trap just looking up at the stars. But also for those who spend time wondering how many golf balls it would take to fill the lake just to the right of number 5. They are poems--serious and quirky--of the heart and of the cosmos, written by and for people who know that golf and life are more similar than we might imagine. In these pages you will find dogs but not doggerel; limbs but not limericks. The authors are serious about their scores but not too serious to stop and take a good look around the course and a good look inside themselves as well. These are poems that make you realize that, if you put forth your best effort, there are no bad days in golf.