God must have had a hand in this
Where oceans meet, a golfer’s bliss
There is no more beautiful place on earth
to win or loose, to test golf’s worth
But fast and hard, the ocean course plays
A swing, a line, a bounce betrays
The Silver cup beyond their reach
Both cursed and blessed is Pebble Beach
Yet much like life, the Open goes
When dealt a card that no one knows
One must learn in life to trust their swing
And be patient for what their fate may bring...
