This poem is dedicated to colleagues, friends and relatives who have died recently.
I'm dreaming of a cedar tree
Planted in my memory
Sitting tranquil in the park
With massive boughs and wizened bark.
An old man in a wheelchair here
Gazes high and sheds a tear
Thinking of the time to come,
Echoes that have come and gone,
Looking down to where my roots
Are scuffed by future children's boots
Knowing not their history
Of play beneath the cedar tree
'Til years from now and feeling lost
The tree will fall and turn to dust
(Copyright Alan 14-01-1979. All rights reserved.)