Here is my ode to the prestigious golf tournament, the year of Oosthuizen's Albatross (aka double eagle) and Bubba’s unbelievable second shot from deep in the woods! Click on each for links to both. Enjoy!
Pretty birdie for Couples now heading towards five
Double eagle on four makes the crowd come alive
A Forty yard curl, from a pine needle lie
Gets the ball to the green, saves that opening drive
It's Augusta, Easter Sunday, this Mass held outside
The Tee Box- the altar, hear the crowd's pious sighs
bystanders kneel, lips pursed, scanning eyes
spy hazards, it's waters, where balls get baptized.
Tightly manicured greens, framed with bunkers white sand
Though they aim for the hole, these traps hope to land
Second shots, iron plops, slicing back from the strands
of thicker bentgrass- shatters dreams where they stand
All sights set on Green, where arms slip through the sleeves
but Butler Cabin's long off, can't see the tree for the leaves
Thursdays stroke leader has no time to breathe
As Friday turns weekend those leaders now grieve.
Sunday, the stage set, Georgia thawed now to spring
With the day taking shape, those left stand to bring
Subtle Grace, like song birds, perched from trees as they sing
Blistering drives, on aggressive lines, that stick as they sting!
Whether winner out right, or sudden death's best
the cups sits, the flag flaps, just over that crest
Champions forged, in their wake lie the rest
For the right, jacket worn, Master's badge on the breast!
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