I thought it was lovely, which shows you how far gone I am — the game’s even seeping into my bookly side, lol
Of course that may have something to do with the fact that I took another lesson yesterday, during which the pro who’s coaching me completely changed my swing. No threes for me again for awhile, I’m afraid!
by John Betjamin
How straight it flew, how long it flew,
It cleared the rutty track
And soaring disappeared from view
Beyond the bunker’s back –
A glorious, sailing, bounding drive
That made me glad I was alive
And down the fairway, far along
It glowed a lonely white;
I played an iron sure and strong
And clipped it out of sight,
And spite of grassy banks between
I knew I’d find it on the green
And so I did, it lay content
Two paces from the pin;
A steady putt and then it went
Oh, most securely in.
The very turf rejoiced to see
That quite unprecedented three.
Ah! Seaweed smells from sandy caves
And thyme and mist in whiffs,
In-coming tide, Atlantic waves
Slapping sunny cliffs,
Lark song and sea sounds in the air
And splendour, splendour everywhere.
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