Young Tom Morris - Poem by Kris Viscardini
A round of eighteen holes in one
Tom would have traded for the life
Of his darling son and loving wife
Too much to bear without his loves
Taken early to heaven above
Futile to chase a little white ball
When all earth's pleasures faintly pall
The only answer - fade away
To reunite one glorious day
Young Tom Morris (20th April 1851 to 25th December 1875)
A Scot, Open Golf Champion 1868,1869,1870 and 1872.
Died of a broken heart on Christmas Day
after the death of his wife and newborn son.
He was only 24 years old.
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