This poem was written after remembering a story from my high school baseball coach who gave a speech to the team the day before a game. It’s a story about turning dreams into reality.
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Not feeling well
Bed ridden for a week,
A golfer was sick,
Barley able to speak.
So in his bed
He dreamed of playing,
Hitting the perfect shot
As he was laying.
For several weeks
He played in his mind
So he would stay on top
And not get behind.
Day after day he played
Round after round
Getting better each time
So perfection was found.
After several weeks
He got much better
Went to the golf course
Shot his best round ever.
Poem by Mark Shields – © 09-06-2018
