i'm busy picking black berries <br />when golf ball graze the treetop <br />it hits the pine close to where <br />i am and landed on the ditch <br />curious geese came to look <br />roll it with their beak to a nook <br /> <br />i'm waiting for anybody to claim <br />nobody ever did; maybe ashamed <br />so many balls has wandered here <br />they are orphans; waiting for rain <br />so they will shine and to be seen <br />to roll on the fairway into the green<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/061011a-picking-berries/
