The Autumn Banquet dated 16th Century.
A poem I wrote about Golf circa 2006, untitled:
“He spins, he turns sweet sounding ball against the breeze
Oft times it goes where so he please
The flag is proud and stands for now
An eagle spreads its wings, man takes a bow
A nine, a seven, a three or two
Sunk in hole within shots, a few
The green grass swallows them in curves and rough
One $mil today – Who said Golf’s so tough?”
‘Golf, the untitled poem’ by Matt, The Unfathomable Artist – Copyright © circa 2006
Beautiful Ladies Playing Chui Wan by Du Jin [dated c1465-1487]
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