Following his win at the recently concluded five-game Jamaica Golf Association (JGA) Junior Series, overall Beginners Class champion Adrian Barnes is looking to grow in the sport and continue his winning ways.The eight-year-old Creative Kids Academy student triumphed with an overall score of 365 points to take top honours in his keenly contested category.Cillian Hall copped the runner-up spot with a score of 340 points, while Kemari Morris finished third with 325 points.The confident Barnes, who actually had to settle for second place on last Saturday’s final day of competition at the Caymanas Golf Club in St Catherine, was very happy with his success in the competition.”It gives a very good meaning to my life, and I am very happy with my win, as winning it brings a lot of pride to my family,” the youngster explained.Hall had some joy on Saturday winning match number five, after scoring 46 points to edge Barnes, who tallied 47 points, with Kemari Morris (48) taking third place.The young Barnes credited his father and grandfather, who both play the sport, as well as following it avidly as major sources of inspiration.”My dad played golf and I am just happy the hard work I put in can make them proud, so I am very excited and happy,” Barnes continued. “I feel very good, and I am going to continue playing and look to continue winning.”The young players were awarded 100 points for each match won in the series, 90 for second, while third place got 85. Participants earned 50 points for competing.
It could be any girl who only turned twelveOnce upon a time it was you me and othersGrowing up to the age of understanding thingsMany girls have not seen the treasures we haveFlipping away the lunar to measure the daysTeeming as a chubby rosy cheeks piggy bankA privilege to be prized at……Twelve Years OldIn the mirage of the blistering sun she scrubsA mountain of pots left for her to clean and storeUnable to school for the chores and be a girl childSaddled with her siblings that she must nurse tooSnatched from her so early her rights to be aliveNo ponytails fly in the wind as she never dressesA silver platter of freedom cut…..Twelve Years OldNo fancy cars drive her parents home from workThey know no place to say they work at but hustleIn rags they make efforts to provide a morsel of chopWhat will be clothes for Yuletide they wonder notPieces of torn foam line their waterlogged roomsEyes of hunger stare at the door in anticipationA hard life for this gift a child…. Twelve Years OldShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)