Happy Golf Poems

As a non-golfing husband I revel at tales
Of sunshine filled days chasing small balls,
Some in the rough others in sand,
All these brave girls fighting nature's...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part V

Just Smile
by Michael R. Burch

We'd like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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There’s a part of me that say’s I’m jealous
Another thinks my golfing friends just zealous,
Whilst I crave fresh air and healthy motion
They’re busy slathering on...

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The weather in July is warm,
Sometimes I wish that it would snow.

Christmas in July I say,
Presents under the Christmas tree.

You could hear the birds chirping...

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There's more than golf balls on the moon, 
More than stars and stripes, 
More than lunar rover tracks, 
And two subsatellites. 
Four hundred thousand pounds...

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I hate the humidity
I hate what it does
I hate wearing sunscreen
I hate all the bugs
I like the thirties
I like wearing gloves
But I also like the...

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Two decades ago this story began
Founded by one of the Robinson Clan.
The weekend is always the second in July
Its the gathering of a unique group...

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Doctor Them  
 
Dr. Them and himself remind us 
There is no cure for life or after life
They give their assurance without playing with...

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Maybe I'll go to the driving range this afternoon. Hit a few. Oh that's right. I have a chronic pain in my back... Maybe I'll...

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You’re in Palm Springs, not much to do 
But golf and get some sun
Hop on a cart, still almost dark
Get out and have some fun

Line...

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I'm so happy to miss the hole
Taking real long is the goal

Whacking, whacking, and whacking away
I can take until Judgement Day!

People can just sit and...

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Written in Scottish dialect.

Jack, Bernard and John, the Bandit Kings,
Hae handicaps wae too high.
Each o’ them score four points a hole,
Ah canna tell ye a...

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I'm two inches wide,
                     ...

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