Larry Lindberg
The Hole-In-One
Submitted by Larry Lindberg of Vancouver, Wash. The tee he took with no anticipation not a hint of what was to come. The stroke applied with some imperfection provided a result not to be outdone. His eye followed the ball in its flight with the respect it did deserve and not to be morose or contrite expecting, of course, the usual swerve. But as the line of the shot did extend the possibility entered his brain, the end to which we all intend and many daily over-train. Flying, falling toward our goal with squinting eyes and body lean, the flight has ended, now the roll, our fate decided by the green. Gravity, slope and grain do labor having all their effects to ply, usually not in our favor or helping to improve our lie. But sometimes and on this one day as chance and elements collide He’d taken his swing and made his play and done all he could have tried. Continuing these forces to follow the ball headed toward the pin, the hole agape the ball to swallow, allowed his shot to enter in. Now cured of luck and at life’s end, a Golfer, honest to the greatest extent, even now he’ll not break the trend and admit that shot was an accident.