With gratitude I share (below) again my inspired thoughts from
my last years's experience at the Masters in Augusta Georgia.
Spring Time at The Masters
Historic. Revered. The humble beauty that is;
The Masters.
Tranquil, surreal, the quiet calling of this hallowed place.
Gracefully set amongst the towering pines,
a rolling carpet of lush green,
the greatest in the game apply their craft to the challenges
of an undulating Georgia terrain.
This is the beauty of The Masters.
From all over the world they come;
Players, patrons, the press, emerge (respectfully) as one,
through the shade of a magnolia lane,
surrounded by brilliant yellow daffodils,
and acres of sweet blooming azaleas.
This is the beauty of The Masters.
Respect, honour, and tradition grace all who attend,
bearing witness to her breathtaking beauty.
For to walk this most historic property is to sense in spirit,
all that has taken place in 75 years before.
This is the beauty of The Masters.
April signals Spring time at Augusta.
It's haunting call, seeking only the strongest of the chosen few,
who are prepared to engage in her delicate dance.
Patience, trust, and belief of self... separate those who truly know,
that this just might be, that very rare time,
where late on a magical Sunday afternoon in April,
a hard fought, and battled tested soul, comes to covet,
a single green jacket,
and change the life of one very fortunate man;
Forever.
This is the beauty of The Masters.
I have just had the incredible good fortune of personally experiencing,
this most unique opportunity of;
Living. The Masters. Inspired.
In Gratitude.
Ray Paul
Spring time at the Masters...
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