For those of you that were unable to attend the Spring Meeting I have attached the poem which I read out to the ladies on the day!

Spring Meeting

Today is the 9^th of April and we meet to tee a ball

The weather may be iffy it’s a real tough one to call

We head towards the first tee wrapped up in gloves and hats

And practice our first tee shot with our very trusty bats!

We hope to miss the bunkers as we do not like the sand

We much prefer to hit off grass with an iron in our hand

A perfect chip lands on the green and not far from the pin

So you grab your putter and punch the air as you watch your putt roll in!

The game is full of joy and pain as we near the eighteenth hole

The pond is pulling your golf ball as you’re aiming for the goal

As you tee your ball and swing your club determined for the green

You are glad you missed the water and your ball can still be seen.

The round now finished we lose our clubs and head towards the bar

With friends we chat about our golf, a birdie, bogey or par!

We wonder who scored well today and eagerly wait to hear

If isn’t us on this occasion we’ll be back again next year!