A now familiar ceramic click of brick
punctuates a day no golf is played.
Two bricks at a time thrown through the air
Then caught and piled where mortar is applied.
No limit to the sprawl this house represents.
No limits on development means
we golf out of our Hummers on sacred
land that used to provide simple human lives.
Where to Wendell, once the gas is gone?
Have enough craftsman settled in your town?
Do you live where farmers and commerce meet?
Do your kids know how to grow what they will eat?
The rain still comes, there is no golf today.
When the oil runs out, who will have the time to play?
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