Tee Times Two!

Both Sawyer and Hunter got to play in the Optimist International Golf tournament in London, KY.

They both had visions of grandeur before they played ;-)

Porter was excited for them, and wrote a poem about his visions of golf, entitled, The Golfer's Nightmare:

Marching through all eighteen
A lone figure can be seen

Swinging irons, woods and putters,

Avoiding hazards, bunkers, and drainage gutters.

The polo-ed figure marches through
Rain, sleet, hail and poo

Left from the geese, flying above
Like little stacked cairns of love.

The golfer swings
As with the speed of wings

For his dimpled ball

To find it not there at all.

In its place, in a pile
Visible at a mile

 Is, like a box of looty
A divot filled with Mallard doody.

Sawyer received a first place trophy! as he was the only ten year old there. Hunter wasn't so lucky. But it was fun having them both on the course at the same time ;-)