Andrew Melville
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Stanley Park's greens, under open skies,
A bustling scene meets the eye.
Amidst beauty, shots fly free,
But the cost? It stings like a bee.
Though the setting sun casts a golden light,
And the laughter fills the air just right,
Remember the man from Coit's height,
Who found himself in a similar plight.
Three stars we give, with a gentle sigh,
For the joy found under Vancouver's sky.
A reminder in each putt and swing,
Of the balance 'twixt cost and the joy it brings.