Northwest NEWS

April 12, 1999


Tribute to Oscar Roloff

I stood and saw the trees,

and knew your face was in the breeze.

The sorrow of both your son and mother's death,

blown free now at your death.

As I walk now among familiar things and places,

I see now what you were saying in your "farmboy way."

That beauty and love are hard-won prizes,

That concealed beneath homely faces,

there is a still-life watercolor

that any life, no matter how obscure,

can rise to grandeur.

And so did you, my brother,

by God's grace

attain to that princely race.

Don Newman (Oscar's friend), Carnation