There was electricity all around
That seemed to come from nowhere,
No one there but the angel of  golf
Expectancy ripe, in the air

For, the Club had managed somehow
Good scramblers always do that, we know,
Get out of the woods, remarkably unscathed
Sometimes, you wonder in amazement, How?

It was for me and thousands of others
A day that we would never forget,
Not everyone’s lucky to be at the Masters
Not everyone has the ‘lolly”, I bet.

Out came the Tiger from nowhere
The one without the tail,
The one who wins so nonchalantly
The one who does not fail.

It was a sight for gods themselves to see
One of them on the first teeTiger
And, all he did was to rip it down
To then 8 iron it and miss a birdie.

After that was a ruthless murder
Of the course,  but, with great finesse,
Birdies flying around with ease
The ball, a victim of a ferocious caress.

We could only watch with wonder
As did Alan Wilkins at the end,
When he said it was a seven
And I said no, a 9 under.

There were some funny moments too
When I across the 13th ran,
Almost knocking Tiger’s ball
And, the great Malik, our champ, saying, O Man

Those of you who know Ashok well
No, not I, but the golfer true,
Would believe me if I were to say
What he uttered to me was not good luck

Similar sounding, you know, like buck
We have plenty around that we see,
At the home of Golf, not Andrews, but
DGC

It was a day to remember, forever
Whatever that silly word might mean,
Nothing lasts eternally, alas
Not even the contours on the Green

Now, that’s where the dangers lay
Those that we did not then foresee,
The day we walked the course with Tiger
It truly was a gift to one’s golfing memory.

We all live and learn, I know
But, some things turn out funnily,
As I found out to my chagrin last week
On a round of golf, after an eternity.

The Course, of course, was immaculate
Till I got to those lovely Greens,
Where i saw and was amazed at
The beautiful, gently, hilly scenes.

Never before in over 60 years
Did I see such prettiness
But, “climbing up” to the ball
Was, sometimes, a little mess.

Walking down to the next tee
Was also a little tough, little I said,
When you are alive you know
You mustn’t pretend you’re dead.

The size of the Greens was massive
“Andrews plus“ seemed the norm,
What could I, the hack, then
Do find some form.

I think we know the dangers now
Of inviting the gods to play,
For mortals like me it was great fun
Except my cart was tired, not there the next day.

I hope you can take the humour folks
For, I loved every bit of sloping grass,
I also think I was, dutifully, humbled
I’d attended a Master’s class.

Three cheers for all who play there
Three cheers for the champs and us,
Those that soon will need
Some sort of a ‘green climbing bus”.

Warn me please if stoning’s on your mind
But, never forget the glasshouses,
The water in your tanks may well be empty
The one that a fire douses.

DGC, I love You and always shall
Till my dying day,
Goodbye JP, Goodbye Classic
Come see my greens, folks, and play.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)