Curling Poetry

The Potomac Curling Club's own Ed White has written a number of curling poems (usually read at the Annual Meeting). So far I've entered poems from his 1995 and 1996 readings. My favorite so far follows.

The Day Will Come

The day will come (it comes to all)
When aching knees and dimming eyes
Decree the end of curling days, -- and call
A halt to icy trials and warm room lies.

Then shall I sit and dream my dreams
Of curling feats long past in time
When stones ran true, or so it seems
(To dream it so can be no crime!).

I'll watch you all at icy trade
And tell my tales to all who'll hear
Of stones well laid and shots I've made,
Of games I've played and friends so dear.

The toss of coin at start of play,
The running stone, the draw well-swept,
The drinks and talk at end of play,
I'll miss them all, the memories I've kept.

But when some day I meet my fate
Of reaper grim and tolling bell,
I'll meet Saint Pete at Pearly Gate
To teach the game I've loved so well!

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