Desert Golf Course — Image by kenne
Lizard don’t golf
Does anyone here remember
heat dancing off the sand
living land
the shifting dunes of september
now entombed in golf course green
so obscene
travelers came to see desert sights
searching for exotic places
empty spaces
stayed for warm days, star filled nights
building homes in paradise
closed eyes
banished the desert from its place
visitors need a permit to pass
keep off grass
Made a playground from the empty space
golfs a game anyone may play
they say
claiming a course is better than the desert waste
but the lizards who paid
never played
— Luann Pfost
Lovely poem. It’s hard to see wilderness turned into a golf course, where precious water is used to keep green what should not be.