Young Tom Morris

A round of eighteen holes in one
Tom would have traded for the life
Of his darling son and loving wife
Too much to bear without his loves
Taken early to heaven above
Futile to chase a little white ball
When all earth's pleasures faintly pall
The only answer - fade away
To reunite one glorious day

Young Tom Morris (20th April 1851 to 25th December 1875)
A Scot, Open Golf Champion 1868,1869,1870 and 1872.
Died of a broken heart on Christmas Day
after the death of his wife and newborn son.
He was only 24 years old.

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Whiff

If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing balls and blaming it on fate
If you can trust the swing your partner doesn't rate
but make allowance for their whingeing too
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting
or stymied by bad breaks don't blame the lie
or being baited, don't give way to baiting
and yet never give up and always try
If you can treat that birdie and the bogey
with equal grace and don't excite the heart
or play Adonis or rank and file old fogey
and live the role and act the part
then all golf's splendour will surely come
and what's more you'll be a golfer my son

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