A golf game can be described as a series of disappointments interrupted from time to time by an opportunity for rejoicing. For most golfers those opportunities occur just frequently enough to maintain the illusion that with a little more practice and some luck we can become more proficient players. This week’s verse focuses on a success amid failures.
The Impossible Shot
From time to time we make that shot
Instead of just imploding;
Then brief delight is our lot
And we make like Vesuvius exploding.
Leon S White, PhD
This Blog has been active for almost nine years and contains more than 200 Posts. If you have time, search though earlier years for a variety of longer golf poems. If you are an avid golfer, I’m sure you will relate with feeling to what these golf poets wrote.
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