Two of a Kind 



edge of this water that bring visions 

 of loons and turtles and lilies that float 

 on the surface; of big, bass- voiced 

 bull frogs that "boom" in mysterious 

 hiding places; of blue herons taking 

 wing. And another "hole" is lost. 



As you play off for the sixteenth, you 

 will note on the right, say 150 yards 

 away, a young cottonwood growing 

 near the edge of the "rough." That is 

 a technical term, unfamiliar perhaps 

 to those who have something better 

 to do than chase a golf ball all through 

 a golden August afternoon. It desig- 

 nates the uncut grass on either side of 

 the smoothly-shaven course you are 

 theoretically playing on. If you get 

 out there when the red clover or 

 timothy or bluegrass or dandelions and 

 meadow daisies are in their glory, you 

 may enjoy the botanical display, in 

 the midst of which you sometimes seek 

 your golf ball all in vain, and, if you 

 find it, you may do a lot of mowing, in 

 trying to get out of your trouble, with 



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