Golf Poem: Winter Travel

Winters I should like to go
Where there is no cold and snow;
Where, below another sky,
Lureful links Elysian lie;
Where, with nothing else to do,
I should golf the whole day through,
Pausing only now and then
For a bite, then back again.
Southward I would track the sun.
Travel always broadens one.

  • Anonymous, circa 1900

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