What Golf Means: A Poem About Golf

I suppose golf is a sport, technically, sure.

But we both know it’s so much more.

It is just a game, on paper, you’re right.

 And yet we play all day and toil at night.


From Palmer to Nicklaus; Tiger to McIlroy,

The game of golf is one of happiness and joy.

And then there’s you and me, early on rainy Sundays;

We love this game every day, even if we hate it some days.


We pray in vain to our driver on the tees,

And beg our putter to behave upon the greens.

We watch our heroes on the TV screens,

Because we know they know what golf means.


- Joseph Carabini



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