Lake Oconee area prepares for the 2014 Masters Golf Tournament!

 Lake Oconee area prepares for the 2014 Masters Golf Tournament!

Come visit and you will fall in love with the communities at Lake Oconee- and maybe find your new home!

CALL me  ( Kim)  and Lin for more information on properties we have listed!!

Kim   770-338-0757   or  Lin  770-846-2700      or visit  www.kimandlinlogan.com

Kim and Lin Logan

Save the date!!  April 7 – 13 is the week avid golfers from all over the world come to our beautiful state of Georgia to experience the excitement of the Masters Tournament.

Lake Oconee is the place to be if you are planning on making a Golf Vacation a part of the trip to the Masters! We are only a short drive to Augusta National and have lodging, entertainment and LOTS of golf on our award winning courses.

 

Just to peek your interest… watch !  How to play world renown golf at Lake Oconee

And for more information about Lake Oconee and Reynolds Plantation … watch Reynolds Plantation at Lake Oconee

 

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Cuscowilla, Harbor Club, Reynolds Plantation, and Reynolds Landing offer the best golfing you could wish for!!

Golf Poem

In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.

By Its Size I Could Not Guess,
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I’ve Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.

My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.

It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry,
I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises A Thing Called Par,
If I Can Hit It Straight And Far.

To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.

It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Even Disappears Before My Eyes..
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.

With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.

It’s Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows … I’ll Be Back Tomorrow