The Open
I'm going the Open in the Morning
Dressed up and looking fine
Come wind or rain
Ill follow the Players
Tee to Green covered in suncream
More in hope than expectation
Friday's cull will make the cut
Who shall stay and those must wait
Another year to pit there wit's against the elements
The weather makes a champions fate
A Claret Jug of immortality
Silver Treasure few will own
For a year the Champion Golfer
Untold riches and sporting pages
Ever know engraved thy name
A Sporting God
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2017
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