With a golf course near our home, but fence and woods between:
Quite commonly, some balls are lost,
While driven toward the green.
My children go, to find these balls, that faded to the right;
Past the fence, and in the woods.
They search to their delight.
This golf ball hunting game, they play throughout the season:
But since we do not golf,
Their collection has no reason.
These "treasures" are not neatly stored, in a single box:
Instead, they're in our bushes;
They're in our lawn, and in our rocks.
So, when your game goes badly, and you stumble on your drive:
We'll gather your frustrations here;
Collected, they will surely thrive!