The first players off the tee in the early morning are known as Dewsweepers. From the 1st to 18th hole, these golfers literally help sweep the dew from the course. Poetic, don’t you think?
It should come as no surprise that poetry has a solid place in golf—some of the earliest golf poems date back to the 1600’s. After all, the space between the ball and the hole can be a great yearning chasm for even the best golfer.
It’s a game mastered by no one.
From Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s poem, “A Lay of the Links“:
With the turf ’neath our tread and the blue overhead,
And the song of the lark in the whin
There’s the flag and the green, with the bunkers between—
Now will you be over or in?
POETRY PROMPT: Imagine you’re a Dewsweeper. Write a poem about an early morning walk through the grass. What lies ahead of you? What impression will you leave behind?
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