Richard Stopps Poems
|3.||Human Henge - An Analemmatic Sundial||5/1/2009|
|4.||Spring & Summer||5/1/2009|
|11.||On I Love You||10/8/2014|
|14.||From Kennel Or Hearth?||4/30/2009|
|15.||Lad O'Galloway Eulogy||4/30/2009|
|16.||Ch. Silmaril's Ted E Bear||4/30/2009|
|17.||A Lesson Not Learned||4/30/2009|
|19.||Scent Of Dogs & Scent Of Man||4/30/2009|
|20.||My Life Ever Changed By Dogs! ! !||5/1/2009|
My Life Ever Changed By Dogs! ! !
In a town called Grimsby
Lived a man with his boots.
Sometimes he wore blue jeans
And sometimes wore suits.
From an old sweaty sweatshirt
To starched shirt with tie
His beard was all trimmed
When he caught 'The Saint's' eye.
She was lookin' him up
And lookin' him down
Whatever she saw there?
Was a mystery about town.
With pocket protectors
He looked like a Nerd.
And his plastic (taped) glasses
Were totally absurd.
His socks sometimes tattered
Oft not a pair
Hiding under those boots
Unseen without ...
Frassa stayed goodly years
Blessing all that ever met.
Those days were idyllic, glorious
For this Champion and this Pet.
Things of moment to which, He wist,
Things taught too long to list
The Stars almost went away
Before Ben faded in the mist