The Death of Carswell Golf Club (after Heraclitus)

They told me, Carswell Golf Club, they told me you’d gone bust –

My twenty five years membership’s been blown away like dust.

I grieve as I remember how twice a week or more

I played with high ambition – but an even higher score.

I’m having nightmares nightly about rewilding the course – 

I see badgers chipping hedgehogs to greens submerged in gorse –

But long may Carswell Seniors, the Castaways, convene

For golf, and at the nineteenth hole, for toasts to what has been.

Mark Baker (with apologies to Callimachus and William Johnson Cory)