a Volvik...and he...and the master...

'feel the wind...
and the slope...the way ahead...
the undulations...
and just free your mind...
put all tension
on the tee...
and the crystal seven on top...'
saying this his master stopped...

he looked ahead...
the green land dotted
with trees in the morn looked like Heaven...
the wind from south had happiness...
far away he could see the flag...
he tried to feel how the land traveled...
the slope...
the mild ups...
the smoothened downs...

and then he looked down
the seven
Volvik crystal ®
he put an oath
on her...
the white ball...
rested still...

he looked ahead again...
the wind became soft...
he put his tensile force at work...
all on the tip of the club
that became his focus...

and...
he teed off...

the seven ran
like a happy little girl
running across the green
swerving by the slope following...
by the sands...
hazards...
the trees...

like an anxious father he watched...
the run
of the daughter...
a Volvik

and there he could guess
the girl was playing with him...
a hide and seek...

he walked towards where she could have stopped
running...
a seven Volvik...

'you've done it!'
he heard his master gushing behind...
he smiled...
he would have to find her
the white little Volvik...

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