Introduction

The poem was written in remembrance of all the golf balls I have hit many times

The Saga of the Golf Ball

I am a little golf ball,
I come in many colours
I'm hit by the great Greg Norman
and by ordinary fellas

I am a little golf ball,
I sit on fancy tees
I am smacked along the fairways,
sometimes, crashing into trees

I am a little golf ball,
I lie buried in the sand
I'm hit, pitched and chipped,
until on the green I land

I am a little golf ball,
I lie upon the green
They aim me for the mighty hole,
and rejoice when I'm not seen

I am a little golf ball,
on famous courses I'm played
I am not very camera shy,
for I'm all the time displayed

I was a little golf ball,
before I got driven to the drink
By some fool hardy amateur,
who just didn't think

Now I am a forgotten golf ball,
no chance of a reviver
I tell you what, if I come back,
I'd rather be a driver.

Copyright; Diane Merchant
Email: dianem@tpg.com.au