<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>David Cleek</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot think that Death will press his claim <br>To snuff you out or put you off your game: <br>You’ll still contrive to play your steady round, <br>Though hurricanes may sweep the dismal ground, <br>And darkness blur the sandy-skirted green<br>Where silence gulfs the shot you strike so clean. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saint Andrew guard your ghost, old David Cleek, <br>And send you home to Fifeshire once a week! <br>Good fortune speed your ball upon its way <br>When Heaven decrees its mightiest Medal Day;<br>Till saints and angels hymn for evermore <br>The miracle of your astounding score; <br>And He who keeps all players in His sight, <br>Walking the royal and ancient hills of light <br>Standing benignant at the eighteenth hole, <br>To everlasting Golf consigns your soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Siegfried+Sassoon">Siegfried Sassoon</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518929" data-title="David Cleek de Siegfried Sassoon" data-description="I cannot think that Death will press his claim To snuff you out or put you off your game: You’ll still contrive to play your steady round, Though hurricanes may sweep the dismal ground, And darkness blur the sandy-skirted green Where silence..."></div> </div> </div>

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