In Memory

Michael Atlas



 
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08/27/10 08:34 PM #1    

Rhonda Ellman (Glass)

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 
 
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year. 
 
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
 
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
 
z"l
Remembered always--Forever in my heart
 
 


 

09/17/10 12:01 PM #2    

Ellen Frank

I remember Mike as a cute, funny, and smart guy.  I enjoyed his sense of humor and chatting with him occasionally.  I was shocked when I heard he had died so young.  It is a loss to us all from the class of 70.

Ellen Frank

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