Talking With My Brother.

Goldfinch60



My brother and I chat on the ‘phone

And the conversation is so important.

 

“Hello Terry how are you?”

 

“I’m fine Andy, how about you?”

 

“I am fine as well, in these strange times”

 

“How is you golf going?”

 

“Thoroughly enjoying it now we can play again,

How about your croquet?”

 

“Like you, so glad to be playing again”

 

“Had a great game to other day,

My friend and I played against two guys,

Their golf handicaps were better than ours

But we managed to keep even half of the game

And then it happened,

We both played very well and we beat them,

We beat them seven five”

 

“That was good Terry,

I had a great game of croquet as well

Playing against one of the best players,

We were both playing so well,

Both at the top of our games,

He beat me seven four

But I didn’t mind

As I played so well,

It was a joy”

 

“It is always so good

When you play well and lose,

You’ve done your best

And been beaten by a better player,

So you feel good about it”

 

“Yes that is so true,

I played him a couple of days later

And I beat him seven one,

He did not have a good day”

 

“It is amazing how those good and bad days come”

 

“Yes it is and happens to us all”

 

“Well I’d better go Andy, dinner to cook”

 

“OK Terry, speak soon”

 

The conversation ended,

The important things in our life discussed

And that conversation will happen again

Next week some time.

Its so good to speak of them,

The important things in our lives.

 

 

 

Golf - played over eighteen holes winning seven five means that the winners were seven shots ahead with only five holes to play.

 

Croquet – played through twelve hoops and the first one to get seven hoops is the winner.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2021 01:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: My brother and I get on very well and talk every week on the 'phone. The music is Dave Brubeck as my brother took me to a Dave Brubeck Concert for my fiftieth birthday, we both love music. (and golf and croquet)
  • Category: Family
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold.

  • L. B. Mek

    a write of inked warmth (in my humble opinion)
    whenever I imagine what it would be like to have a brother, its always something like this..
    thanks Andy

    • Goldfinch60

      Your words are most kind Mek, yes we have a great feeling for each other.

      Andy

    • dusk arising

      Cor! if only the rules of rugby were so similar. Lovely game but i haven't a clue whats going on half the time.

      Great poem including in a conversation with your brother. You definitely have the art of being able to write about anything.

      • Goldfinch60

        Rugby (both codes) is part of my life in watching in it, not playing, I watch practically every match that is on the tv. I have seen every match in the last two world cups and every 6 (and 5) nations match since the seventies. I have all the 1990 6 nations recorded on VIDEO!

        My brother and I get on very well and when the rugby is on we text each other during the rugby matches to voice our opinions.

        THa k you d a.

        Andy



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