February 18, 2022
The Miles City tournament back then,
We students looked forward to it, excite,
It, a taste of adult’s freedom, of nights,
Where we, as teenagers...no books...nor pens.
We’d go to the games, to watch our own men,
Playing against Sacred Heart, a tough fight,
Or perhaps of ‘State School’, boys of plight,
There’s a certain school pride to defend.
Those times, lightened winter’s burden for sure,
And as a nice break, in a larger town,
It’s glamour was not lost on me, its stir,
Of the high school routine, of its frowns,
Perhaps a shiny trophy to incur,
Tournament time wa...