A cool crisp morning.
Sun glistening on the dew.
Suddenly, without warning,
against a sky of blue.
Reaching back, I feel the snap
as it rips from my hand.
I’ve chosen a path, have plotted a map
of where my shot will land.
Yet, I must focus. Get in the zone.
Before I let it fly.
Seeing where my shot has flown,
I am pleased with its lie.
And if I’m not, it’s okay.
For me, Disc Golf is here to stay.