Song of the Champion Ball – Golf Poetry

Song of the Champion Ball – Golf Poetry

SONG OF THE CHAMPION BALL 

OFF from the tee, like the flight of an arrow, 
Swift as a meteor shot from the sky; 
Out o'er the field free from plowshare or harrow, 
Fleet as the wings of the wind do I fly. 

Swept from the sod by a sweep of the brassey, 
Over the bunker unerring I go ; 
Hasting by hazards, by boundaries grassy. 
Sped by the force of a masterly blow. 

Up and away, with the iron a-swinging. 
Sailing like swallows the bunkers between; 
Bounding along, while the bravos are ringing, 
Straight to the sward of the well-guarded green. 

Then for careful putt addressed — 
This the last triumphant test. 
From the skillful stroke I roll 
Gently to the winning hole, 

Francis Bowler Keene
from Lyrics of the Links, 1921