Wednesday, 18 September 2013

A Little Quip from Mick the Grip No.82

Not a quip today - a quote.  

How straight it flew - how long it flew, It clear'd the rutty track, and soaring, disappeared from view beyond the bunker's back.   A glorious, sailing, bounding drive, that made me glad I was alive.
And down the fairway, far along, it glowed a lonely white. I played an iron, sure and strong, and clipp'd it out of sight.  And spite of grassy banks between, I knew I'd find it on the green.

Sir John Betjeman.

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