Ode to Robert Frost
While reaching the summit point to my day hike there is this plaque dedicated to a young boy who died on this spot fifty nine years ago falling to his death at Deep Rock Summit. I looked at this feeling a sense of profound melancholy for a young boy who was almost the same age as me who lost his life in a moment of carelessness. I could imagine him not falling and meeting him, talking about growing up in the sixties and reflecting on the changes of almost being seventy years on this Earth. But one careless mistake of inattention by his parents or whoever was watching him ended all that and he was denied it all.
Ode to Robert Frost
While reaching the summit point to my day hike there is this plaque dedicated to a young boy who died on this spot fifty nine years ago falling to his death at Deep Rock Summit. I looked at this feeling a sense of profound melancholy for a young boy who was almost the same age as me who lost his life in a moment of carelessness. I could imagine him not falling and meeting him, talking about growing up in the sixties and reflecting on the changes of almost being seventy years on this Earth. But one careless mistake of inattention by his parents or whoever was watching him ended all that and he was denied it all.