Where he laid down his books
taller grass overlooks
yonder green, which the landscaper mows
and he smiled to himself,
"Here they'll stay, with my wealth
and if found on this ground,
well who knows?"
Like the soft lullabies calm the child who cries
though he can't know the words, what they mean
yet the music comes thorough
and the words call to you
from the soil where the tall grass is green!
Where the tall grass stays green
and though none has 'er seen
any books to these days
guess they've all blown a ways
but the wealth of this man
can you all understand
is the land where the grass never greys!
yes, it's true
and indeed
this old man knew his seed
and indeed
grew green grass that was tall
that's not all...
it was in
his own hand
that he wrote
"Golf is Grand"
and his song
to this day
sung by all.
a poem I wrote for my dad about a man who grew his business, developing a hybrid seed which grows super green tall grass with strong roots which, when planted on hillsides would prevent landslides in heavy rain. Though his invention was used on hills far and wide, and prevented slides which would have been catastrophic, few people would give the name of it's inventor a thought. He did not care about fame, and instead his legacy was in authoring a simple little song called "Golf is Grand'". Ironically, and for obvious reasons, the thing which made him a very wealthy man was not especially popular with golfers, something he played almost every day.