Shards of brilliant sunlight are fiery gems strewn across the water.
The wind screams in my ears as it is torn across the jagged rocks.
My gaze reaches the horizon and I am weightless
As I plunge toward the exploding surf.
I soar along the surf line
Where the relentless sea devours the virgin beach.
At land's end, I turn seaward,
And ever more swiftly fly toward eternity.
My only possession
a memory of you.
Whilst attending the Pleasure Faire in Black Point Woods, Sir Rhys
did happen upon a fair maiden in a pasture. She had a large shaft
in her hands
and was waving it about curiously. The shaft was very long and stiff,
and it did
have a bulbous end with a slight offset to it.
Sir Rhys, upon his approach asked, "What is it you do there with
that
curious club, fair maiden?"
She replied, "Why mi'Lord, 'tis a golf club".
Sir Rhys nodded sagely, not having any idea exactly what a golf might
be. "I see, lass, but tell me then. Is a golf something like a weasel
or a gopher
that you knock its head off with that club as it hides in the grass?"
"Nay, mi'Lord", she replied, "'tis a game one plays with a ball
and a stiff
member. Hast thou ever put thine ball in a hole before?"
"Indeed mistress, I have done so, but never in a pasture."
With that she produced a small white ball for Sir Rhys' inspection.
The
ball, which appeared well used as it was covered with small round
dents from
being hit, was covered with a strange white skin.
"What manner of animal skin covers this ball, mistress? I have
not seen
its like before."
"Why, mi'Lord, 'tis the skin of the unborn vinyl, which produces
a
better feel during the stroke." With that, dropping
it on the ground, she
proceeded to swing the club at it. As she gave the ball a resounding
whack she
remarked, "One must keep things straight and stiff throughout the
swing, or
the game is not enjoyable. It takes a slow and steady stroke
and the best stroke
requires the use of both hands, mi'Lord, to produce the desired
results", opined
the maiden. "Would you care to try it?"
Indeed I would, lass! And with that Sir Rhys proceeded to address
the
ball as it lay on the ground. Taking a swing, Sir Rhys missed
the ball,
completely.
"Mi'Lord, one must keep one's eye on the ball and not on one's playing
mate's bosom!", exclaimed the maiden. "Perhaps 'twere best
if I stood behind
thee."
"Aye, lass, indeed that might help." And with that Sir Rhys
took a
mighty swing, sending the ball flying.
The fair maiden, her golden tresses shining in the sun, and her blue
eyes
sparkling jumped up and down gleefully, her bosom bouncing mightily,
of
which Sir Rhys took some note. "My but you have a masterful
stroke!", she
shouted breathlessly. "Perhaps you could instruct me?"
The maiden took the shaft from Sir Rhys, remarking that it was quite
warm to the touch and very stiff. Addressing the ball, she
asked, "Could you
now direct my hands so that my grip on the shaft is to your liking,
mi'Lord?"
Reaching around the maiden's waist from behind as she bent over the
ball, Sir Rhys tried to position her hands correctly on the shaft.
Being unable
to reach her hands he noted, "You'll have to stand a bit closer,
my dear....", at
which point Lady Rhys approached from a nearby merchant's booth,
one
eyebrow raised in a questioning expression. "A golf lesson,
my dear...I was
just instructing the maiden on the proper gripping of a shaft."
Lady Rhys hrumph'ed, "I'll show you the proper grip, m'Lord!", as
she
led him away by the earring in his left ear.
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