You Can’t See the Woods for the Trees

Now this week we’ve been golfing, Barry, Steve and Me

With Dave Oertel and Cliff the shark, and Dave was on the tee

It was on the fifth at Concord Park, his drive went to the right

And his graphite shafted “tree wood” went spinning out of sight

Forward, back or to the left, we couldn’t quite agree

On the floor, or halfway up, or in the canopy

So we strode into the Concord woods, confident we’d find it

Beneath a spreading Chestnut tree, or somewhere close behind it

We looked between the Sycamores and checked the Silver Birch

Steve even climbed an Antique Pine upon our fruitless search

As we circled round the Willows, and then around the Beech

Suspicions were arising that the club was out of reach

But still we combed the Fir trees, the Rowan, and the Oak

(To lose a graphite shafted “tree wood” is quite beyond a joke)

Though we really were well organised, with Cliff the Shark in charge

When we came out of the woods that day his club was still at large

So the next time you’re at Concord, and your ball is in the trees

And you’re looking through the nettles down on your hands and knees

If you come across a “tree wood”, and you think that you’ve done well

That damned elusive golf club belongs to Dave Oertel

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