Summer days and Wimbledon
Easy on the eye
Tennis whites and strawberries
Drop shots and Hawkeye
Sunny days a little rain
Green and pleasant land
A gathering of talent
Applause ripples from the stand
And after that to Scotland
The Old Course beckoning
The breezes of St Andrews
Golfers in full swing
The sand dunes and the bunkers
The Road Hole near the end
And crowds to greet a champion
The final green his friend
And all the while I sit here
Cosy sofa-ing
Happy in my viewing
No need for travelling
Swimming now to keep me fit
Food comes to my door
While others die or flee from home
And the stupid game of war
Brian Fahy
27 June 2022
Erris Poetry 