SaskGriz said:
My heart with woe is laden for many a friend I've had,
for many a rose-lipped maiden, and many a light foot lad.
By brooks to wide leaping the light foot lads are laid,
and in fields with flowers sleeping the rose lipped maids are laid.
A.E. Housman
RIP- to an athlete dying young.
The poem is (was) posted in the lobby of Whitefish High in memorial to the loss of 9 wrestling team members in Montana's "worst highway accident in history," in 1984. Brings tears to my eyes every time I walk past it.
http://www.nytimes.com/1984/01/23/us/montana-town-mourns-for-9-dead-after-team-bus-crashes-in-storm.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
http://flatheadbeacon.com/2014/01/29/in-the-shadow-of-a-tragedy/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
RIP the UM student athlete, Kole Swartz. Too young, we will always say.