May I say I am filled with Joy?
Yes I may. I may rejoice in non-violence
Of the Tree planted by the water
That sinks its roots deep into soil,
When drought comes it bears fruit,
Love and kindness, this is what I am?
Fullfilment of my father’s joy, I am the oldest,
My responsibility to stop criticism of brother
My brother, after all these years standing
Before dad, before world saying, love,
“I love my brother Doug.” Mear saying
Gives forth great listening power, to reafirm
To understand, to let be “the offer, the visit!”
Will make another attempt, going yet again
Wonderment of Love, non-violence
AS Dr. King, as Ghandi, reaching, reaching
Never ever again to condesend, leave my love
“The hug, let below my voice.” Never to shout again.
Brother, little things, more than we can understand!
Life of Light, Jesus giving forth marters
Early Christians, aleways marter, willing
To reach “the arrow” into heart, pull out,
I am 67, he turns 64, heart disease, living
Such that he cannot reach out, cannot quit music,
So I reach to brother Robert Douglas, such
Beauty in name in love, in this tree, in his tree
WE are Love in brotherly love of animals
Seen since small boy, I was small boy, I did’t understand,
Walked, rode away, flew to Amsterdam, trains in Europe,
Home to skepticism as he remained away,
Our dog, given forth, alloewed freedom like
Our Cat John Milton to roam free, this to die
In freedom, like brother, his freedom away
From Doug is dad I stand this Douglas Fir scared
From fire, from infestation, I take responsibility
To listen to allow Jersalum, not of not reaching out
He does not receive, this is love to stand in Judea
Nevertheless to understand this Tree, my Brother!