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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