Since I had a little extra time, I turned my blog into a rhyme.
Far away I flew from home,
All the way to Amsterdam where I shall roam.
I flew from L.A. and was Amsterdam bound,
But when I arrived, my luggage was nowhere to be found.
I searched high and low, far and near,
But the baggage claim service, said not to fear.
I picked up my car and drove for an hour,
Couldn't wait to get to the hotel to take a shower.
Tuesday came and I slept all day,
Got word that my clubs were coming soon, hurray!
Pumped some iron and swam a few laps,
Go back to my room and watch a movie perhaps.
Lucky me, Old School was on,
Starring my favorite actor, Mr. Vince Vaughn.
It's Wednesday afternoon, I'm waiting for my clubs to arrive,
Without them I don't know how I would survive.
it's 2:00 and finally here they are,
Now I have no excuse not to shoot under par.
I head to the course to hits balls on the range,
Fading to the right which seems a bit strange.
So I worked hard and put in a good grind,
Problem solved, it was not hard to find.
Found myself listening to my favorite Dave Mathew Band,
Hitting slight draws and fades, on command.
I played the next day and enjoyed the view,
Made lots of pars and some birdies too.
The wind is blowing and the weather is cold,
I will stay strong and dare never to fold.
I will play hard all weekend long,
If I make a mistake, I'll keep going strong.
so for now keep your fingers crossed,
But my drive to succeed will never be lost.
Note: my dad and I used to do stuff like this all the time when I was kid, on road trips and stuff. So I get it from him.
Enjoy!
Thx Pappa.
Note #2 (added on June 8): please click on the comments section below and read the fantastic translation of this poem in French. He is a great golf photographer (onedayoneshot.com) and now, I find out, an excellent poet. Thank you Patrick!
Megan
8 Comments:
Hey Megan;
Here's to a great time in Amsterdam and solid play as well. Spent a couple of years there when I was in the music business - used it as a home base for setting up Euro-accounts as we had an "imports only" wholesale and retail outlet in Portland.My recollections are of an amazingly clean (for a big city) place where there were more people on bicycles than driving. Never saw a golf course but of course it was 1977. Keep up the good work and keep us posted when you're able.
Michael O'B - Tillyworld
Good Poem Megan ! I will translate it in french (in my manner...), and put it on the french golf federation forum !
Michael O'B - I can't even imagine Amsterdam in the 70s. And yes it is still super clean, and tons of bicycles.
Patrick - thx for the compliment. I'd love to have the link to the french version of my poem at the French Golf Federation.
Are you planning on coming to the US Women's Open in Newport?
Megan - Good luck from South Dakota.
Hi Megan,
I am checking and hoping your game is getting all tuned up for the upcoming U.S. Open. Wishing you good luck and that your putter gets hot at Newport, RI.
Take care,
Donald from Las Vegas Pro-Am
Keep hitting it, it will happen.
Pat
My french translation of this poem, read by hundred of golf poetry fans here in France !
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Loin de la maison j’ai volé
Puis à Amsterdam j ‘ai erré
Arrivant de L.A., au tapis à bagages j’attendais
Hélas mon précieux sac n’est jamais arrivé…
J’ai cherché en haut, en bas, même de l’autre côté
Le type des bagages me disait de pas m’affoler…
Alors j’ai pris ma caisse et j’ai roulé une heure
La douche à l’hotel, un vrai bonheur.
Mardi, toute la journée j’ai dormi
Quand mes clubs sont arrivés, j’ai dit youpi !
J’ai soulevé de la fonte et trois longueurs nagé
Puis retour mon lit, la télé et buller…
Coup de bol, y passaient « La vielle école »
Avec MrVince Vaughn, c’est mon idole !
C’est mercredi midi, paraît que mes clubs arrivent…
Sans eux je me vois mal survivre…
A deux heures ils sont là, je suis prête au départ
Aucune excuse pour ne pas jouer sous le par…
Un tour au practice pour chauffer la machine
Ce fade involontaire me turlupine…
Faut bosser, assembler les morceaux
Le problème résolu, qui n’était pas nouveau
Et puis je me suis souvenu d’une leçon
Appliquer la méthode de la musique à Baron
Branché mon MP3 sur le Dave Mattew Band
J’ai balancé des draws, des fades, à la commande !
Le lendemain fis un premier entraînement
Pas mal de par, des birdies, en passant
Le vent soufflait et on se gelait
Il en faut plus pour me scier
J’vais jouer le plomb, le week end sera long
Si je fais une erreur, je serrerai les boulons
Maintenant gardons les doigts croisés
L’interlocking, c’est pas mal pour driver !
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PCC
Megan Heckeroth
Patrick,
this is fantastic! I have a friend of mine who speaks French and he too was very impressed.
Thank you so very much for personally doing this, I am extremely flattered.
Email me the link of where you posted this on the French Golf Federation site so I can give you proper credit.
Merci, merci beaucoup.
Meg
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