That Old Golf Club Of Mine – Golf Poetry
THAT OLD GOLF CLUB OF MINE (With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley.) As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So my heart is stirred within me with a thrill almost divine. When I take from out the locker that old golf club of mine. Never has that old club failed me, always certain, straight and true ; Shaft and head in even balance, with a perfect follow through ; With keen joy I still remember its great work on number nine, When I take from out the locker that old golf club of mine. If misfortune overtook me, so that I should have to part With the things that I have cherished, that are nearest to my heart. Still these dear and valued treasures I would willingly resign. When I take from out the locker that old golf club of mine. Of new clubs I have a-plenty, made by golfers known to fame, But whene'er I grip their handles, they don't somehow feel the same; So these clubs that cost me money to the scrap-heap I consign * When I take from out the locker that old golf club of mine. Long have we been friends together, through the sunshine and the rain, With the drive that made me happy and the putt that caused me pain; So I feel the thrill it gives me, like old books, old friends, old wine, When I take from out the locker that old golf club of mine
That Old Golf Club Of Mine – Golf Poetry
by Henry Litchfield West, in the 1921 collection Lyrics of the Links. West (1859 – 1940) was an American journalist and politician. He served as the political editor of the Washington Post.
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