Ode To Golf

In my hand I hold a ball.

White and dimpled, rather small.

Oh, how bland it does appear,
this harmless looking little sphere.

By his size I could not guess
the awesome strength it does possess;

My life has not been quite the same
since I chose to play this little game.

It rules my mind for hours on end.

A fortune it has made me spend.

It has made me curse and cry.
I hate myself and want to die.

I am promised a thing called 'Par'
if I can hit it straight and far.

To master such a tiny ball should
not be very hard at all.

But my desires the ball refuses
and does exactly as it chooses.

It hooks and slices, dribbles then dies
and disappears before my eyes.

Often it will have a whim to hit a tree
or take a swim.

With miles of grass on which to land
it finds a tiny patch of sand.

Then it has me offering up my soul if
it will just drop into the hold.

It's made me whimper like a pup, and swear that I will give it up
and take to drink to ease my sorrow.

But "The ball" knows...
I'll be back....tomorrow.

Anonymous

It's never too late to play golf

It's a challenge of the mind and body.
It's like life...it's not fair...
and you never completely master it.
But that's the lure...
each round is a new adventure,
a tantalising test of your skill and patience.
But don't expect too much too soon.
Very few golfers are naturals.
Take lessons or you'll just practise your mistakes.
One good shot will bring you back for the next try.
Once you're hooked, you can
play for the rest of your life.

patrick lindsay

"Golf is a good walk spoiled." Mark Twain

Why we are so in love with the game of golf?

Golf is a science, the study of a lifetime,
in which you may exhaust yourself but never your subject.


It is a contest, a duel or a melee, calling for skill, courage,
strategy and self control.


It is a test of temper, a trial of honor, a revealer of character.


It affords a chance to play the man and act the gentleman.


It means going into God's out of doors, getting close to nature, fresh air, exercise,
a sweeping away of mental cobwebs, genius recreation of tired tissues.


It is a cure for care, an antidote to worry.


It includes companionship with friends, social intercourse,
opportunities for courtesy, kindness and generosity to an opponent.


It promotes not only physical health, but moral force.


David R. Forgan 1899