Jeff Ford has been an NCGA member through the Monterey Bay Golf Membership for a number of a long time. The next is one in every of Ford’s poems, which paints an image of late summer time golf by means of an adolescent’s eyes. The picture above is of the windmill on the previous Rancho Canada East Course in Carmel.
FIRST SWINGS
Nightfall filtered throughout the summer time fairways and quietly entered the Rancho Cañada cart barn
The place a boy lay weary on a wood bench, spent after hours of cart washing, and cleansing,
And the tedious gleaning of the driving vary.
Lulled by the hum of his charging carts, the boy dozed,
As Nightfall gently massaged his naked toes, toes nonetheless too massive for a boy’s physique
He wiggled his toes and dreamed of locations his toes had but to go to,
How it might really feel urgent the fuel pedal of his personal automotive.
Immediately, the silhouette of two bikes swelled above him within the doorway
He leaped up laughing as his pals raced him to the barrel of misplaced golf equipment,
Intent to make another mark on their day.
One membership, one ball, one tee solely
Gentle sufficient maybe for 2 holes within the gloaming;
One performed out, the opposite again in
Because the ebb and move of fairways go.
So every boy took his wonderful activate the tee, with a faucet, faucet wiggle-waggle whack!
Launching their white filaments towards the fading blue,
Skipping barefoot above the shimmering sea of grass
With no baggage, no scorecard, and no footwear.
The warmth of day woke the stuttering rain birds
Who sprayed a rainbow of water onto their delighted heads and the dry grass
As outdated man Windmill above the 18th fairway waved his arms,
Urging them onto their ultimate pictures.
Then the boy felt a surge elevating up from the earth by means of his naked toes
Into the sleek ease of his swing, exploding out the membership head of his adopted 5- iron.
And the dual mirrors on his cheeks mirrored the proper flight of the ball
Because it bounced as soon as on the inexperienced, struck the pin, and dropped straight into the cup.
The boys hooted their pleasure as he raised his membership to heaven,
Memorizing that first candy swing of perfection
Gifting their younger hearts with hope, and the promise of what may be.
Jeffrey Ford
For Samuel Nicholas Ford (1/24/90-7/16/18)
