The Poetry of Brian Langley
The Poetry of
Brian Langley
The Golfing Game
I knew about the golfing game
And how that it can bring you fame
And fortune if you’re very good;
Like blokes called Norman, Ells and Wood.
But I’d not played that golfing stuff,
There on TV I’d seen enough
To last me till my dying day.
Until my mate said “Come and play.”
Now I’d played baseball, cricket too,
And hockey, tennis and I knew
Just how to hit a ball in flight
With accuracy, and with might.
It seemed to me that any dill
Could hit a ball that’s standing still
That’s at your feet, there on the ground
But it’s not easy, so I found.
For that there little dimpled ball,
I found I couldn’t hit at all.
But after fifteen tries or so
Eventually, that ball did go.
It shot off with a pinging sound
Then hit a tree and did rebound
Straight back toward me, flat and low;
The sort of ball I used to know.
So, quick as lightning, as it came
I changed my stance and changed my game,
And struck that ball a mighty blow
And watched it down the fairway go.
15 Further verses.
The entire poem can be read in my booklet "Sun, Sand & Saltwater"
© Brian Langley Dec 2004