hurricanes may sweep the dismal ground

Couldn't resist staying up until the early-hours of this morning - and am very glad I did so ... not sure I've ever witnessed such a dramatic finish to a golf-tournament! Rory McIlroy never makes it look easy, and I'm sure he's breathing an enormous sigh-of-relief  today.

BUT; did you know that none other than Siegfried Sassoon played golf? And not only that, he actually played golf with both Robert Graves and Wilfred Owen right here in Edinburgh ... it's true ;-)

Sassoon even wrote a poem about golf (and more, obviously):


David Cleek

I cannot think that Death will press his claim
To snuff you out or put you off your game:
You’ll still contrive to play your steady round,
Though hurricanes may sweep the dismal ground,
And darkness blur the sandy-skirted green
Where silence gulfs the shot you strike so clean.

Saint Andrew guard your ghost, old David Cleek,
And send you home to Fifeshire once a week!
Good fortune speed your ball upon its way
When Heaven decrees its mightiest Medal Day;
Till saints and angels hymn for evermore
The miracle of your astounding score;
And He who keeps all players in His sight,
Walking the royal and ancient hills of light
Standing benignant at the eighteenth hole,
To everlasting Golf consigns your soul.

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Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967)

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