020623 sonnet Donegal Woven Into Golf

Donegal Woven Into Golf

St. Patrick’s Links about the dunes beachside

At Sheephaven Bay, named for woolen worth,

The strand is long and wide, sand hills beside,

Their seagrass blowing, draping back and forth.

In cords of dunes, their ever leading crest,

To mountainside or town, the views are grand,

The woven grass and knitted hills unpressed

Now yield to tight rowed fairways o’er the sand.

It's here we pay our fee to ply the dunes

To while some blessed hours and wend around,

A pittance for the chance, giddy buffoons,

To play our ball a bob about the ground.

The colors of their tweed will catch our eye

In flecks of sunstreaks dashing from the sky.