In fields of green, where echoes play, Doug found joy in rugby's fray. With every tackle, every stride, His spirit soared, his laughter wide. His years were long, a journey blessed, A family's love, his heart's true quest. In every smile, his light would gleam, A gentle touch, a whispered dream. Though now the final whistle blows, And onward to the unknown he goes, His smile remains, a beacon bright— Goodbye, dear Dad, and sleep in light.