02 August 2011

Golf tour, or tournament?

Going home from church on Sunday in Mamelodi we turned into this road and saw that there was a Golf convention, or could one say a Golf tournament.

I'm reminded of Louis Macneice's poem Sunday Morning
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,

1 comment:

jams o donnell said...

Could have been worse, it could have been polo!


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