In the heart of autumn’s golden fade,
Where echoes of cheers and stories are laid,
A young warrior soared, with dreams held high,
Jack Robison, a star in the vast, open sky.
With grit like granite and a heart forged in flame,
He danced on the field, and they chanted his name.
A linebacker, relentless, fierce in his stride,
He battled like thunder, with friends by his side.
But fate, with its whisper, took a cruel turn,
In the stillness of night, a world left to yearn.
A plane, a promise, a journey untold,
Took him from us, left our hearts feeling cold.
Tributes cascade like leaves in the fall,
Whispers of memories echo through the hall.
His laughter, a melody, brightening the gloom,
Now lingers like a shadow in every room.
For in the huddle, where plans would ignite,
He led with compassion; his spirit shone bright.
Not just a player, but a brother and friend,
In the tapestry of life, his threads never bend.
Wisconsin, you mourn, as do hearts far and wide,
For a leader, a champion, who stood with such pride.
Each tackle, each cheer, forever recalls,
The heartbeat of Robison through the stadium walls.
So, let us remember as seasons unfold,
The legacy he’s woven, the stories retold.
In the roar of the crowd, in the silence of prayer,
Jack lives on, eternally there.
Through every sky-high pass and every touchdown dance,
We celebrate a life, a fleeting, bright chance.
Though gone but not forgotten, he lights up the night,
Jack Robison—our strength, our guiding light.
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