Ode to the 14th Green

This morning

As I ambled

Along the course

Of Saucon Creek

I thought how

Wordsworth might

Have penned an ode

Or Longfellow been brought

To tears for love

Of this leafy green

But my only concern

Was to stay clear

Of the foursome

Right then approaching

From the other side

Of the Creek who  

After stopping to take

A few practice swings

Amidst the chorus of

Woodland songbirds

Suddenly commenced

Hacking at the turf with their

Clubs of carbonized steel 

And right then and there

Where the Creek runs slow

Alongside the 14th green

I  saw clearly how

The pristine waters

Bubbled forth with

Unceasing foam

Enriched with the runoff

From Monsanto’s latest

Miracle products and

I couldn’t help but

Shed a poetic tear or two

Beholding this idyll of youth

Thus transformed 

Into an official stop on

The PGA tour