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.
