Almanac Books: ‘Only Golfers Can Understand’ – Michael Pardy
This weekend I released a poetry collection titled Only Golfers Can Understand, featuring several golf poems originally shared on this site.
As a thank- you to Almanackers who seemed to enjoy the poems, I would like to do a give-away.
I will send a copy of my book to the first three people who can name any of my golf poems that appeared on this site. To enter: reply to this post. First three correct replies win.
The book is now available at a few independent bookstores and can be bought online from Mary Martin Bookshops, and Antipodes Bookshop.
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‘Tight Finishes’. A generous offer, Michael, but I have to be disqualified as I’m an Almanac ‘staff member’. Good luck to No. 4 responder!
Thanks Pards – cracking cover!
Dream holes stands out, Michael, as does your reading at the All Nations earlier this year.
Thanks Ian and Col, posting on here gave me the confidence to go the whole way. Cheers.
Bill, You are a Winner sir ! Please email your postal address to [email protected]. Thanks.
Shakespeare takes a turn. Happy to buy a copy if you’ve done all the prizes.
My golfing dog story is our old Labrador – Shandy the Wonder Dog. Passed 4 years ago – the day after his 16th birthday. I used to take him out to the grass driving range at Maylands golf course – 10 minutes drive from our house. Get a spot by the side of the range in the shade of the gum trees and tie him to the golf buggy. He never moved – or more importantly – criticised or offered swing advice.
Mid summer there was a young Korean girl there every day with 2 very stern coaches. Four hours in the morning, then play 18 holes in the sun in the late afternoon. I couldn’t understand a word her coaches said, but there was never encouragement.
In her rest break she would wander over to Shandy to pat him and talk in Korean – which he always greeted with a tail wag and nuzzle, I think he was the only friend she had.
After a week or so I came over and asked about her golf career. She had quite good English and explained the golf courses were all covered in snow in Korea, and she was going home to compete in qualifying for the highly competitive Korean LPGA Tour. I got her name and said I would follow her career.
Stupidly I didn’t ask her to write it down and my phonetic spelling of her name never registered on a KLPGA website. Wonder if she ever made it professionally? Sport as a career is not fun.
Congrats on your book.
Cool story. I love those incidental conversations that stick with you. At Dunes (my local course), players can take their dogs on the small course any time of the day, and after 4pm on the big course. The staff all love dogs. On the deck after the game, the bar staff come out for a pat.
Oh. I almost forgot. You are a winner Sir! Please email your postal address to [email protected].
Thanks.
— One more prize left. One more giveaway to go. Let’s get this done.
Best of luck with the book, Pards.
Thanks Smokie. Do you want one? There’s still one prize left.
Congratulations, Pards. Best of luck with the book. I recall your golf poems posted here were very popular. Book launch on the first tee at Portsea? We can wear aviators to keep out the sun.
Good luck, Pards. Awesome for you to be published.
I went back on the site because there was one that I remember made me laugh…but I’m not sure it’s necessarily poetry? Anyway, it’s ‘Perfect Practice’. Bloody Joshua Burns… Too good.
EPO