Playing in the Mud

Playing in the Mud

I hear the

squish, squish, squish

of shoes on

the tee box

and the fairway.

I hear "splat"

as the club

meets the ball.

I wipe an

inch of mud

off the club 

face after each

 and every shot.

Despite sun and

wind, No. 18

is as wet

as No. 1.

So tell me,

how does the

sand in the

bunkers stay dry?

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