IN MEMORY
In fond memory of those dedicated and compassionate patrollers who have passed on.
May they always enjoy sunshine and powder in the better place they now find themselves to be.
Why do ski patrollers patrol,
Whether gendered he or she?
Why fill the Samaritan role,
In weather of cold degree?
How do they always ski so sure.
On powder, crud or pack?
And cutting winds endure,
With strength that others lack?
When working, what do patrollers do,
To rescue and warm?
When unknown skier, or maybe you,
Come in way of harm?
They gladly give their gift of caring,
Under the gold cross sign,
Surely, by their constant sharing,
They fulfill God’s design.
What makes patrollers glad,
As they serve each hour and day,
Helping a lass or lad,
Getting a smile or thanks for pay.
But what makes patrollers sad,
After years on the slopes so steep?
Remembering good friendships had,
When they’ve made their last days sweep.
written by:
R. Stanley Lowe, Northern Division – National Ski Patrol
May they always enjoy sunshine and powder in the better place they now find themselves to be.
Why do ski patrollers patrol,
Whether gendered he or she?
Why fill the Samaritan role,
In weather of cold degree?
How do they always ski so sure.
On powder, crud or pack?
And cutting winds endure,
With strength that others lack?
When working, what do patrollers do,
To rescue and warm?
When unknown skier, or maybe you,
Come in way of harm?
They gladly give their gift of caring,
Under the gold cross sign,
Surely, by their constant sharing,
They fulfill God’s design.
What makes patrollers glad,
As they serve each hour and day,
Helping a lass or lad,
Getting a smile or thanks for pay.
But what makes patrollers sad,
After years on the slopes so steep?
Remembering good friendships had,
When they’ve made their last days sweep.
written by:
R. Stanley Lowe, Northern Division – National Ski Patrol
Remembering our most recently departed patroller friends
