Day One:
The angst, the wind, the weather fair
In British Open terms deemed rare
Jimenez leads the field at six
In the absence of Mother Nature’s tricks
Tom Watson won his second here
And became an adopted son
At fifty-nine, he still showed game
Five under at day One
And in the pack lurks Monty
Camilo, Vijay, and Boo
There’s lots of golf still yet to play
At Turnberry on day two.
Day Two:
As whitecaps marked the Scottish Seas
The field grew weak with shaking knees
A bogey here, a double there
On top today, an unlikely pair
Tom Watson stood his ground this day
with even par and a will to play
Marino's in because others bowed out
And now at 5 under, he's erasing all doubt
Calc moved up, and Fisher did too
Tiger, Monty, and Weir were through
Goosen, Jimenez, and Vijay are there
Awaiting a falter, from the unlikely pair
Day Three:
Ivor Robson squeeked his name out loud,
For some 30 Opens before
Who would know that by day's end,
Tom would lead the group at 4
The wind kicked up on "moving day,"
And move they did, most moved away
But Goggin gained against the pack
While Marino, Jimenez and Calc fell back...
An Open Sunday this will be...
The old, the young, the destiny
So many close, right in the mix
But only one can make it SIX.
Sunday
The Gods of golf spoke loud today
They first gave hope, then stole away
A chance for age to rival youth
and answer for all time, a truth
That it matters not the years on you
but most important, it's what you do
Whether first or last... it's all the same
The true winners are those who played the game
Thanks to Tom Watson for the ride!
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