Once upon a time, in a land not so far, Lived two young kids, siblings named Jack and Mar. With dreams in their hearts and a twinkle in their eyes, They set out on an adventure, under sunny blue skies. One fine summer's day, they discovered the thrill, Of a game called golf, on a neighboring hill. "Oh, what is this game?" little Jack asked with glee, "I've heard it's grand, let's give it a go, see!"

With clubs in their hands and balls in their sack, They hopped on their bikes and never looked back. They arrived at the course, all green and so neat, Excited and ready, their hearts skipped a beat. The coach, a kind man, with a hat on his head, Said, "Welcome, young golfers, let's start instead! To play this game well, you must learn to swing, With patience and practice, together we'll bring."

They listened intently, these eager young souls, As the coach taught the basics from tee to the holes. They practiced their stance, with feet shoulder-width apart, And held the club gently, so it wouldn't depart. "Now, focus your eyes on the ball," said the coach, "As you swing through the air, just like a bird's poach. Make it smooth and steady, with precision and might, And watch as your ball takes a magical flight!"

Jack and Mar practiced swinging, day after day, Their dedication and effort would always pay. At first, their shots curved and went wayward and wide, But they laughed and encouraged each other with pride. They learned to shout, "Fore!" to warn folks nearby, And shouted in joy when their shot reached the sky. Each day, they grew better, their swings more refined, And their love for the game began to truly entwine.

With each game they played, Jack and Mar improved, They cheered for each other, their spirits unmovable and unglued. And as time passed, they became quite the ace, Their skills on the course put a smile on each face. Their dreams soared high as they chased the green grass, From bunkers to fairways, they'd pass with a gasp. They played many rounds, under the sun's gleaming rays, Two young golfers, shining bright in their own special ways.

And so, dear children, this story does end, With two golf-loving siblings who learned to transcend. Remember, with passion and practice, dreams can come true, Just like Jack and Mar, may the same be for you! Now close your eyes tight, for it's time to sleep, And dream of a golf course, oh so deep. In the morning, awake, with dreams that inspire, And perhaps you'll discover your own greatest desire!