David Cleek Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFFGGHH| I cannot think that Death will press his claim | A |
| To snuff you out or put you off your game | A |
| You'll still contrive to play your steady round | B |
| Though hurricanes may sweep the dismal ground | B |
| And darkness blur the sandy skirted green | C |
| Where silence gulfs the shot you strike so clean | C |
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| Saint Andrew guard your ghost old David Cleek | D |
| And send you home to Fifeshire once a week | D |
| Good fortune speed your ball upon its way | E |
| When Heaven decrees its mightiest Medal Day | E |
| Till saints and angels hymn for evermore | F |
| The miracle of your astounding score | F |
| And He who keeps all players in His sight | G |
| Walking the royal and ancient hills of light | G |
| Standing benignant at the eighteenth hole | H |
| To everlasting Golf consigns your soul | H |
Siegfried Sassoon
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