Through the decorated woods of Augusta stood the Oak Roots embedded in the rich soils of cultivation and technique From sun to gale a trail of victories gifting a united nation a new hero Irons ablaze he strikes the ball The flow of birdies follow his lead The longest yard no match for his unyielding drive Go the distance the course endured Fifteen majors now returned Five jackets green with envy of the master who wears them The pinnacle mounted and the heights soared His status regained the Tiger roared
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Posted: Jun 2020
About this poem:
Wrote this the night after Tiger came back to win a shock fifth green jacket at the Masters Augusta National.
They thought he would retire but he came back despite his many injuries and problems on and off the field and he triumphed.