It was a summer day. I drove Marine Drive in Portland to a golf and country club. The club was hosting a memorial celebration for my recently deceased uncle. Earlier that day, I read my poem about him at a graveside service. It was 107 degrees when I read.
Marine Drive and Professional Golf
Marine Drive and Professional Golf
Marine Drive and Professional Golf
It was a summer day. I drove Marine Drive in Portland to a golf and country club. The club was hosting a memorial celebration for my recently deceased uncle. Earlier that day, I read my poem about him at a graveside service. It was 107 degrees when I read.