Ball Drainers Poem by James McLain

In golf's serene domain they lay,
The ball drainers by fairway's bay.
Lakes and ponds with silent grace,
Reflecting challenges golfers face.

Beneath the sky of azure hue,
Glistening mirrors, waters true.
Whispers ripple through the reeds,
As golfers ponder their golfing deeds.

Yet in these depths where golf balls sink,
A challenge faced, a challenge to think.
For every stroke lost in watery depths,
Nature's hazards, where the golfer tests.