Ode to Golf
by A Chip in Rhyme
As you, my loyal readers know, April is poetry month. Before I hear a collective groan emanating from the grill, I too believe anyone who writes more than one poem in a calendar year should be drawn and quartered. So here is Chip’s bucket list in verse.
Scottish links looming in the mist,
follow me on my mystic golf bucket list.
What a thrill to be freezing and hitting out of the gorse,
this journey must begin with The Old Course.
Golf’s home and all that is grand,
pass me the whiskey before the bagpipes lead the band.
Dogwoods, azaleas, and birds singing in the spring,
those cute patrons with the southern drawl really give me a zing.
The site of Jordan Speith’s 12th hole disasters,
what could be finer than playing in the Masters.
Monterey’s natural scenery has so much class,
it’s almost as memorable as a round at Spyglass.
The former home of the NCGA and its ice plant,
we all try to play out of it, but we just can’t.
Up the road to the Tap Room at Pebble Beach,
its green fees astronomical, barely in reach.
It will cost you and arm and a leg for a beer,
its views and vistas have nothing to compare.
Half Moon Bay and it’s breezy gusts,
two courses seaside, a must.
Closer to god’s country, are Harding and Sharp Park,
keep the environmentalists out or the place will go dark.
Frogs, snakes and birds with red beaks,
if it wasn’t for these courses, these animals would be up S#@% creek.
The Ocean and The Lake,
two better courses man has yet to make.
Olympic dogs, clam chowder and the sound of gunfire,
four US Opens, a venue that never tires.
For just a bit of planning and a hit to your credit card,
enjoy golf’s greatest hits, most of which are in your backyard.