Golf Poetry: A Golfer’s Hymn

golfers hymn


A BAG of clubs, a dimpled ball.
Fair verdant greens, that rise and fall,
An azure sky, a glorious sun.
And a day of golf is well begun.

A SCORE that does not bring disgrace.
Good will for all the human race,
Enjoyment of a setting sun.
And a splendid day of golf is done.

W. Stamshury, circa 1900


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