Seaside Golf

How straight it flew, how long it flew,

It clear'd the rutty

And soaring, disappeared from

Beyond the bunker's back -A glorious, sailing, bounding

That made me glad I was alive.

And down the fairway, far

It glowed a lonely white;

I played an iron sure and

And clipp'd it out of sight,

And spite of grassy banks betweenI knew I'd find it on the green.

And so I did.

It lay

Two paces from the pin;

A steady putt and then it

Oh, most surely in.

The very turf rejoiced to

That quite unprecedented three.

Ah!

Seaweed smells from sandy

And thyme and mist in whiffs,

In-coming tide,

Atlantic

Slapping the sunny cliffs,

Lark song and sea sounds in the

And splendour, splendour everywhere.