Seaside Golf John Betjeman
How straight it flew, how long it flew,
It cleared the rutty track
And soaring, disappeared from view
Beyond the bunker’s back –
A glorious, sailing, bounding drive
That made me glad I was alive.
And down the fairway, far along
It glowed a lonely white;
I played an iron sure and strong
And clipp’d it out of sight
And spite of grassy banks between
I knew I’d find it on the green.
And so I did. It lay content
Two paces from the pin;
A steady putt and then it went
Oh, most securely in.
The very turf rejoiced to see
That quite unprecedented three.
Ah! seaweed smells from sandy caves
And thyme and wind in whiffs.
In-coming tide and North Sea waves
Slapping the sunny cliffs,
Lark song and sea sounds in the air
And splendour, splendour eveywhere.