This loving patriarch was a teacher of excercise.
I remember a soft spoken smile and gentleness in his eyes.
It’s a pity that legacies lose meaning in repetitive normalcy.
And I can’t explain how I forgot the utter urgency.
Did you miss the beauty in long pauses and short escapes?
We give up resistance and we fall into line
But we march in step, in rhythm! How unsatisfying.
The saddest part I find is the clarity of hindsight
While marching toward the battle we completely missed the fight.
http://www.kansas.com/266/story/1023718.html
http://blogs.varsitykansas.com/blog/2009/10/22/goddard-tennis-coach-john-markham-has-died/ (read the comments)
