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 ...
A Lesson Not Learned
He did not know which way to go?
On mountain high, capped cold with snow.
His matted hair tossed to and fro,
He did not know which way to go.
He once knew love, on distant shore,
He'd showed his love, more and more.
Then one day Their love grew dim,
'It's time to go', they said to him.