Remembering
Jack McKenna
11.09.11
1922-2011
I heard of a man who gave
golf lessons.
A task master I was told.
So I met and took lessons
from the man.
Admonish me he does with “No,
No, No!”
Always instructing me “knuckles
down”
he said so very often.
Ever teaching me
for I had a lot to learn but
learn I did
and become a better golfer
and a better man.
For Jack became like a father to me.
He cared so, he always did.
And so with the fondness
of a son I will remember
him.
For though he’s gone
I’ll forever remember him
Though “No, No, No!”
and “knuckles down!”
still rings in my head.
I’ll remember him,
not as a golf instructor
but as a man
who loved me like a son.
For I never knew him when
he was young
but always felt he treated
me like a son.
So now I remember a
man who
I considered a father even
though he was just
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