Some of you will remember by article last year called “Colonial in Winter, The Yellow Rose of Texas.”
Well I’ve turned it into a new golf poem. Hope you love it!
THE YELLOW ROSE OF WINTER
Though winter’s chill should bring dismay
To all the garden’s green array
And verdant cloisters fade to grey
When leafy towers fall away
Colonial! Colonial!
Her golden voice dispels the gloom,
Our Yellow Rose shall boldly bloom.
Through bleak December’s icy breeze
And somber January’s freeze,
Your hardy valor shines to me,
Like sunlight on a rippling sea
Colonial! Colonial!
Each mighty tree and sturdy bough,
A Crown of Glory on your brow.
At midnight, moonbeam phantoms seize
The shadows wrought by barren trees,
And banshee winds may roar and growl
A spectral voice’s mournful howl
But at fair dawn’s first pale ray
The ghosts and shadows melt away
To iridescent glimmering,
The burnished vale shimmering.
Colonial! Colonial!
Forever will our love be true,
Our buoyant hearts rejoice in you.
A golden flower you’ll remain,
Till springtime grace you once again.
