Wind lifts a single strand of hair weightlessly
Tickling my nose and teasing my eyes
As I sprinkle water on the patio flowers

The trees bounce and clap their leaves
When a golf cart speeds around the bend
Emitting a sense of urgency
To race the disappearing sun to the next green

Voices carried by the wind
Sift through the privacy hedge
To deliver indirectly to my ears
Distorted unrecognizable mutterings

Serene perfectly manicured green in every direction
Is beautifully accented by meticulously placed plants
And ever changing colors of the vast Texas sky

It is a typical evening in the village
Near the seventeenth green
Where the breeze is always lifting my hair
As I sprinkle water on the patio flowers