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Golf Poems & Verse
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05.23.10Getting Back in the GameIt seems almost like yesterday, but in actuality, it was nearly seven weeks ago on Easter Sunday, about as beautiful and mild an early April day that has ever graced the sandy peninsula I call home. I had sauntered down the fairway, inwardly waxing poetic about the course and the camaraderie, enjoying a most excellent foursome that happened to include one of Cape Cod’s premier amateur golfers. How blessed can one girl be, I wondered? We holed out the last putt on nine much too soon. Filled with highbrow thoughts of a new season, rebirth and the miracles of ...
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04.22.09Now I Go to Play Some Golf: A PoemI will enjoy - and I really mean that, but still use the term loosely - my first competitive match of the season tomorrow. The hallowed tradition of Spring Teams goes on! I tend to suffer a few first tee nerves... tonight, I will lay down to sleep and converse with the golf gods. Now I Go to Play Some Golf Now I step to the first tee Golf gods, please, do comfort me. If I should take a perfect grip I’ll make my turn and let it rip. Now I make my second shot Golf gods, please, let me shank it not. If I should make ...
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07.23.08Ode to My Lob WedgeI had a lesson the other day and my PGA professional suggested my short game would really develop if I learned to hit a lob wedge. "Have you ever had a lob wedge?" he questioned. I answered sheepishly, "once, but not for a long time." I have tried to suppress the memory, but it haunts me. Continue Reading...
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06.30.08A Golf Poem: Golf Gods, I am on the TeeA Golfer’s Prayer: Golf Gods, I am on the Tee (think: "Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep") Golf gods, I am on the tee Please guide my round and steady me. Should I double on my card, score the next no worse than par. Guard my ball on its sure flight, Make each approach shot pure and tight. And when I’ve holed my final shot Let all the bad strokes be forgot.
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03.13.08Golf Nursery RhymesI openly admit it: our gloomy March weather has left me without any divine inspiration and little to post of any value. I've managed mere nine holes in recent weeks; I played more golf in January! Mostly I've had one hand on the remote to keep tabs on the weather channel and my nose pressed against the window hoping for the rain to stop and the sun to come out for more than a minute at a time. I'm feeling a bit like a mole, living in a cold and dank little world, peeking out now and again. ...
