In every season’s shifting grace, There lived a man named Dave, a face Of warmth in summer's gentle breeze, Of solace in the winter freeze. With sports as varied as the year, Baseball's cheer, the golf ball’s clear Arc beneath the sunny sky, Hockey’s ice where swift dreams fly. He skied down trails with fear aside, Wore ski patrol’s bold vest with pride, Refereed with fair decree, While hail and sleet set players free. A Mason in both stone and heart, He played his world's most crucial part, With kindness, fire's tongue he tamed, A life where love was untamed flame. His memory sharp as winter air, Crosswords, trivia, his affair, In nonfiction, he sought the truth, A testament to his ageless youth. A friend to all, a guide, a sage, He wrote his story page by page, From simplest hello to final goodbye, Fortunate are those who knew his eye. A true friend, Dave, a light aglow, In life’s quartet, a maestro. Gone but in hearts nearest, A testament to a soul sincerest.