By Avi Sogani, age 12, California.

I sat glued to our TV on a cool California April morning beside my dad.
Almost hundred years of traditions live at Augusta National, where the Masters first began.
The aroma of freshly cut grass wafts on the gentle breeze,
as the fairways and the undulating greens shine under the perfect morning light of this splendid day.

He steps onto the final tee, holding onto his lead,
just a few swings away from winning the legendary green jacket.
His tee shot flies past the spectators,
before diving sharply into a steep bunker.

Golf is unpredictable like that, with frustration looming at every turn,
but this golfer just breathes, returns to his process, and refuses to give up.
Even in the toughest situations, he can find a way out.
He requires patience, determination, and a deep belief that he can do this.

He hits his shot over the deceiving water hazard, landing it five feet from the pin,
as the audience applauds feverishly.

His putt drips into the cup as he hoists his clenched fist in the air.
The crowd erupts like a volcano,
and he wins the tournament.

Moments like this make this aggravating game something unforgettable.

He shakes hands with the dejected runner-up,
whose quiet eyes ask the question
every golfer knows:
what could have been?

I know that feeling very well.
Next time I am out on the course, I will remind myself to be more like Rory.

By Avi Sogani, age 12, California. He writes: “I am sharing my poem that reflects my passion for the game of golf… I spend most of my weekends either playing golf in local tournaments, reading golf books, or following it on television. Watching the Masters tournament with my dad is a yearly tradition I cherish very much. This poem tries to capture the emotions I experience both on and off the course.

“I am hoping the readers walk away remembering that even the best players in the world may make mistakes in big moments. What matters is to continue to believe in yourself, stay focused and disciplined to reach your goals in life.”