Robert Fuller Murray

(1863 - 1894 / United States)

The Golf Ball And The Loan - Poem by Robert Fuller Murray

[After Longfellow.]


I drove a golf-ball into the air;
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I lent five shillings to some men,
They spent it all, I know not when,
For who is quick enough to know
The time in which a crown may go?

Long, long afterward, in a whin
I found the golf-ball, black as sin;
But the five shillings are missing still!
They haven't turned up, and I doubt if they will.


Comments about The Golf Ball And The Loan by Robert Fuller Murray

  • (3/8/2009 6:41:00 PM)


    Some things you can give away and get back, like a golf ball...but greedy people like those who were 'lent 5 shillings' won't give it back. Greed is a mean one, it is. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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