Golf

Golf

by Marshal Gebbie

Dedicated to Mike Evans & Wendell Griffin…for their great approach to the King of sports, Golf. 


Loosen up, feeling good, 
Back swing nice and smooth 
Power stroke an easy glide 
A solid thwack to move 
That golf ball into orbit, 
Disappearing into air, 
Diminishing like angel dust 
On a trajectory so fair. 


Looking good, nice and straight 
In parabolic curve 
At apex point it hesitates, 
No breezes cause a swerve 
Plummeting to emerald grass 
The ball bounces on the green 
To travel in a perfect arc, 
The best I’ve ever seen, 
It teeters at the cup lip 
To roll around the rim 
And by the grace of God, 
That golf ball vanishes within! 


The day at once looks perfect 
The morning light pristine, 
The singing birds in trees 
Throw brilliant shadows to the green. 
I peer into the cup 
To see my sweetest dimpled ball, 
That darling Dunlop eight 
Henceforth shall grace my trophy wall. 
My name will feature on the cup 
Atop the clubhouse shelf 
And the bar room shout for all the boys 
Should put a large dent in my wealth. 

But the wonder, the wonder, 
The spangled wonder of it all 
Will have me grinning foolishly 
Whenever I recall, 
That magnificent stroke 
Towards that iridescent green 
When I scored a hole in one 
And drank a toast to Golf and Queen. 

Marshalg 
@ the Bach 
Mangere Bridge 
12th  January 2009