as news of your tragic death traveled
When I got the dreaded call that day
I fell to my knee's; My life unraveled
Who knew your adventure at the U.S. Open
would be the last day of your young life
You were only 27 with so much left to do
the loss so unexpected, it cut us like a knife
A thunderstorm came out of nowhere
golf spectator's started to flee
You and Scott headed for safety
thinking it would be best under a tree
You wore old worn out shoes that day
which made the hit more frightening
The energy traveled through the hole
your life cut short by lightening
Written for dVerse Poets Pub
MeetingtheBar Night
We were asked to write a tribute to friendship
or to the beloved man and fellow Poet~Dave King
who sadly passed away recently.
