St. Enodoc Golf Club - A tale of three poets

A tale of three poets

The photo above shows, admittedly rather poorly, the Peter Gammond poem referred to below.

Sir John Betjeman's poem about our course is properly well known and revered, as is the somewhat lesser known spoof on the same poem by Lord Butler. Both of these are framed and hang in the Club House. It now appears that a somewhat lesser known poet one Peter Gammond (and not to be confused with the owner of a proprietary golf course the other side of the Camel Estuary) also wrote a poem about St Enodoc and which came to Niblick today via our Twitter account. Not only that a well known Member also submitted, the same day, a serious literary offering.

So to Betjeman, Butler and Gammond we can now also add the name of David Balmford and whose Bardic prose appears below


Last night I woke up in my bed at half passed one or two.

I counted sheep; I worried; and I thought of things to do.

I decided to write a poem about the finest game I know,

And at first the words came easily, they seemed to ebb and flow.

Ben Hogan and Jack Nicklaus, Tiger Woods and all the rest,

Of all the Greats I wondered - who really was the best?

St Enodoc, Troon and Hoylake ran freely from my pen;

Brassie, spoon and niblick, then St Enodoc again!

Then I wrote a sublime line that ended up in “Golf”.

But I couldn't find a rhyme for it, the nearest word was “Wolf”.

Bolf, colf and dolf I tried, and folf and holf and jolf.

Rhyming dictionary and thesaurus could only offer Ralph.

I decided further effort would be just a waste of time,

So I chucked my golf clubs in the boot and went and plied a gime.

Copyright 2018. David Balmford.