For my son, Paul G. Henderson

For Father's Day

Golf, I do not play,

I look for balls that Paul slices away.

I doubt if Dad ever saw a golf match;

And Paul's Granddad Felix would not know scratch.

But Paul was Born To Golf, some how;

It lifts him up when he has a heavy brow.

He may worry about his $K business bucks,

After a round on the links, he's back in touch!

He wants his sons to excel in this game;

One of them may be among the BIG NAMES!

As hard as he tries, he sits and sighs:

His boys have just passed him by.

Maybe in Heav'n Paul will come around.

Those golden streets will the links bound.

Paul's may not be the best golfer I know,

But I know no one who loves it mo'.

By James Herbert Henderson

jmshbthn@bellsouth.net

Hartselle, Alabama

June 17, 2004