To Bunkers and Bad Lies

...to Charlie Hebert, (RIP), my father-in-law, with respect and affection Wind-swept and sunburnt alone on the fairway he fusses and frets with his lie; he's been here for ever commanding the course, ever since you and I were knee high. Golf is his passion, he lives and he breathes for the chance to play just one more round, replacing his divots, observing the rules and keeping his feet on the ground. Always nattily dressed he is ready to tee up and go for the green; the young guns are anxious to unseat old Chuck, but he's crafty and wily and mean! It's the day of the championship and he's all ready to teach these young men how to play; at the turn he's ahead with a three under par, he'll show them, he'll have the last say! On the final hole two men are tied for the lead, they are edgy as each eyes the pin; Jim misses his putt, it goes wide to the left, and Charlie makes par for the win! CODA In the clubhouse they congratulate the old boy on his score, he thanks them from the bottom of his heart; here's to Charlie then, to bunkers, to bad lies and to rain, to another shot at glory when he climbs aboard the cart!