The Woods

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.

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