Amazing Shot


Amazing shot! How sweet the sound
As from the club it flew;
It whistled as it left the ground,
The tee was snapped in two.

The ball bounced just beyond the pin,
I thought my shot too bold,
Yet somehow I’d imparted spin
And toward the flag it rolled.

It seemed to be about to stall
A club-length from the hole,
But something still in green or ball
Contrived to make it roll.

By half an inch and half an inch,
It crept up to the pin,
And now the merest breath of wind
Must surely nudge it in.

We watched it – and we made no sound,
We watched it disappear!
And as it sank beneath the ground
We raised a mighty cheer!

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ll still be boring folk to tears
With tales of holes in one.