Lad O'Galloway Eulogy Poem by Richard Stopps

Niven's a Golden gone
To pleasant meadows far away?
Golden his memories with each dawn
His Rainbow's not so far as Galloway?


Niven's a Golden stayed
From your memory ne'r departed
Your loss of golden memories afraid?
But depths of him are scents uncharted?


Humans sometimes wander away
Their path both ending and just started
In their heart's memory we stay
In proportion to feelings we've imparted.


'Lad O'Galloway' may be gone
But Niven has lingered here yet too
A bond of love never withdrawn
From Niven's, and your point of view.


Richard Stopps