Golf Versus Nature – Golf Poetry

GOLF VERSUS NATURE. 

THE sunbeams flood the links around, 
The clouds float overhead ; 
But that which filleth me with joy, 
Is the shot I've laid stone-dead. 

The robin singeth in the hedge, 
The leaves dance in the breeze ; 
But with a four foot putt to make 
Who ever thinks of these? 

The brooklet flashes in the sun, 
And chatteth in its flow 
Unto the ball I've topped in it. 
One up and two to go! 

But when at last the match is mine, 
And I am filled with glee, 
Then sun and clouds and trees and birds 
Shall all rejoice with me. 

Anonymous
from Lyrics of the Links, 1921