THE Poem

 
 

Golf is deceptively simple, and endlessly complicated.

A child can play it well, and a grown man can never master it

Any single round of it is full of unexpected triumphs

And seemingly perfect shots that end in disaster.

 

It is almost a science, yet it is a puzzle without an answer.

It is gratifying and tantalizing, precise and unpredictable

It requires complete concentration and total relaxation.

It satisfies the soul and frustrates the intellect.

 

It is at the same time rewarding and maddening-

And it is without doubt the greatest game mankind has ever invented.