Farewell John

On Earth are men's dry bones, all heartless, soulless!

Youth, lend me wings--I shall be soaring

High above this dead world, and enter

The realm of heavenly fantasy

Where holy zeal works wonders

And showers upon us fresh, unheard of blossoms

Clothing in hope its golden pictures.

. . .

O youth, above that low horizon

Fly, and with sunlike vision

Pierce through and through those masses

Of human creatures thronging!

(Ode to Youth by Adam Mickiewicz)

Farewell, warrior of the Band of Outsiders. Well run, and I was honored to run with you last year. The team will run for you this year, missing you!