On rolling greens where dreams unfold, New players rise with tales retold. A swing of steel, algorithms in the air, With AI eyes that judge each fair square. In bunkers deep where shadows play, Lies hidden hope, a ball astray. Like minds that learn from sand and tide, To calibrate the course with pride. Water mirrors skies so bright, Reflecting swings in morning light. A handicap is but a score, For ones who dare to strive for more. With every putt and calculated glance, Machines and men in silent dance. In golfing's game, both young and old, The future's course begins to unfold.