(Written in 1997 upon Davis Love's PGA victoy at Winged Foot Golf Club)
The winged foot monster ate well it seems
A diet of bogeys, doubles, and dreams
Just one stood strong armed only with his game
And each demon he faced, he alone overcame
He strode the course and with each shot
Collected a piece of what was not
His will was fueled by a consistent cut
Each fairway he hit, each uphill putt
And with his brother there by his side
He sowed the seeds of family pride
And witnessed it was from the great course above
As history was written by this son.... Davis Love
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