The following is a poem I enjoyed and was penned by my friend, Matt Flenniken during a visit to the Bandon Dunes Resort. It is shared with his permission.
“O’ BANDON AIR”
By Matt Flenniken, PGA Member
A beautiful day for a beautiful game
Not here for mere aspirations of fame
For not such meager thinking relevant today
But more for the land that crawls to the sea
And the smell of the seaweed and tide before our evening tea.
With joy we stride not with modern carts and palm trees here
But a stride with purest heart and love of the game so near.
The fescue is tight so my irons I wish to pinch with delight
To see the driving bullets piercing flight.
We play from dawn to the earth’s half night
With valiant belief that each shot is right.
Whether on dunes of Bandon or Pacific or Trails or with Old Macdonald we trod
Never halting, but giving them an honorable nod,
We give them our best and we accept the rest
and keep the ball low so where we know where it go,
as we count our blessings and plan for our shots
we keep our head high and a positive eye .
Our love of the links is never so sad
that friends and match play can never be had.
So tis now we arrest our souls from our measure on the links;
we enjoy a sit by the fire in atmosphere of our tire
and reminisce of our fondness of each cleek hit on a wire.
The sky she may be fair or sideways she blows
Yet, ye golfers all shall stride the links with rose on the cheeks and wind in the hair
And with a serene and smiling face- tell- he was there
and found the best of links in o’Bandon air.
