Behold, my child, this touching scene, <br />The golfer on the golfing-green; <br />Pray mark his legs’ uncanny swing, <br />The golf-walk is a gruesome thing! <br /> <br />See how his arms and shoulders ride <br />Above his legs in haughty pride, <br />While over bunker, hill and lawn <br />His feet, relentless, drag him on. <br /> <br />And does the man walk always so? <br />Nay! nay I my child, and eke, oh! no! <br />It is a gait he only knows <br />When he has on his golfing clothes. <br /> <br />Blame not the man for that strange stride <br />He could not help it if he tried; <br />It is his timid feet that try <br />From his obstreperous clothes to fly.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-golf-walk/
