Our tree for Christine
Now casts a small shadow
A shimmering cluster of deep green
On the grass. The only maple among
All these oaks, shaggy bark hickories,
Black walnuts to be, basswoods and
A willow. It is here now and will be
Long after us, winter and summer,
And there after.
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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
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Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
