Poem: Granddaddy Was a Caddie

Granddaddy Was a Caddie
by Brian Berlin
Copyright © 2026 Brian Berlin. All rights reserved.

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Granddaddy was a caddie
I never saw him play
I wonder if it was work or war
that put his clubs away

I still recall him saying
there were no tees back then
he’d shape a mound of sand to set
the ball up for his man

Granddaddy was a caddie
my dad, a scratch, taught me
yet, in the garage, my clubs now rust
though once it came naturally

once I was a golfer
who rarely played it badly
but only half enjoyed the game
I should have been a caddie