AI Poem of the Week: The Green Jacket

AI Prompt: Write a poem about the green jacket handed out at the Master’s Golf tournament each year. Write poem from perspective of green jacket hanging in closet for much of the year only to be brought out each spring.

The Green Jacket

In the quiet of the closet, where shadows weave their tales, The Green Jacket rests, a patient guardian of greens and fairways. Its fabric, a verdant tapestry spun from dreams and dew-kissed mornings, Waits through seasons, biding time, as winter’s chill retreats.

Spring, oh sweet Spring! The jacket stirs, its collar crisp and keen, As azaleas bloom and dogwoods blush, the golfing world awakens. From hallowed grounds of Augusta, where legends tread the emerald path, The jacket emerges, stretching arms like branches reaching for the sun.

“At last,” it whispers, “the Masters calls me forth!” And so it slips across broad shoulders, snug as a golfer’s grip on the club. Its hue, a shade of victory, woven with echoes of champions past, Each thread a memory etched in greensward lore.

The jacket knows the thrill of applause, the hush of reverent crowds, As champions stride the fairways, hearts racing, dreams aloft. It clings to their triumphs, absorbs their sweat and tears, A silent witness to history, a keeper of golf’s sacred flame.

But when the final putt drops, and the gallery fades away, Back to the closet it retreats, its emerald glow dimmed once more. Yet there, in the quiet, it weaves new tales—of eagles and aces, Of whispered secrets shared by moonlight and dimpled golf balls.

“Patience,” it murmurs, “for Spring shall return.” And so it waits, nestled among forgotten shoes and dusty hats, Its fibers humming with anticipation, longing for the sun’s warm touch. For The Green Jacket knows its purpose: to drape the shoulders of a champion, To breathe life into dreams, and to dance once more upon the fairways.

And when that day arrives, as azaleas bloom anew, It will emerge, resplendent, from the closet’s quiet depths, A beacon of hope, a symbol of excellence, a shade of green forever etched, In the storied annals of golf, where legends wear their dreams.