A Beaten Path

We stood on the height above the Tay

Looking down on fields below

When my old school teacher said to me

Setting a puzzle so

Why do they always put the gate

In the muddiest part of the field?

Took me a moment to cotton on

A smile made my face to glow


And Swilcan Bridge

In the news today

The exact same problem shows

They’ve put the bridge in the very spot

Where the golfers feet will go

And verdant turf is turned to mud

They paved it out with stone

A howl of protest rents the air

Tradition let out a groan


A beaten path is beaten

It marks the march of time

The feet of famous golfers

Imprinted in that slime

I guess some matting would suffice

When the rainy season comes

But a beaten path is a beaten path

And beats us every time


Brian Fahy

7 February 2023

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