Not the Tiger A New Age Parable - Page 6

Riding the Tiger Home

At the end of the course, Fred had some big stories to tell back at the clubhouse. He hung up his cleats, downed a few drinks and spun this new yarn for his golf buddies to hear:

Tiger, tiger ball in flight
Down the fairway, out of sight.
Arcing high above the trees,
Hit with grace from yonder tee.

To reach the green on such a drive
Would be the dream of man alive.
If only true or yet begun
The ball should land a hole in one!

What the glory, what the sound,
The crowd will roar and cheers abound,
When through the air, thy ball shall fly
To break a window way up high?

Crash and shatter, smash the glass,
200 yards down fairway grass.
Applause recedes and stares go round;
You've reached your peak, a golfing clown!

Next year, he vowed to improve.

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