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Wow! An original poem for my daddy? That is truly beautiful. I look forward to seeing you again in person to properly thank you.
I might try a version geared to golf, my dad's favorite pastime, perhaps with a "Golf in the Kingdom" twist. Very mystical, at dusk, when apparitions egg you on or thwart your finish before dark. I've experienced that with my dad, and, although not like the open seas, it generated a father-daughter bond. I didn't play golf because I loved the game, but because I loved my dad, and it was something he understood and we did together.
Ilene R Tyler, FAIA, FAPT, LEED AP
Principal and Director of Preservation
d 734 926 0407
Red sails at sunset
gather like memory
seeking the beauty of
suns last light
Across a beach
of rocks and jewels
we see our daddys
tacking gracefully
tan and bronze
and stepping lively
Rising moon and diamond stars
snapping sails and sparkling wake
they man their tiller to cross loves ocean
remembering when he held our hand
peace unto you /Py
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