Laughter bursts above
clinking cutlery and
toasting glasses.
There is a buzz in the air.
Friends reminisce
with pleasure, the hours
they just spent together
as the sun drops along
the horizon, turning the
golf course a golden green
in light that entices fairies
to come out and dance.
As stories grow,
merriment increases and
new memories are made.
Beer suds mustaches
and rum twinkling eyes
reflect a zest for life
of friends enjoying time
together, even if it meant
chasing a little white ball
for miles on a sunny
afternoon.
I “Feel” the warmth of “friendship” here….wonderful
Thank-you 🙂
David is right, your poem exudes that shared friendship buzz. I must admit though I had to laugh at your ending! Chasing a little white ball for miles….Oh, the things we do for merriment and pleasure!