Richard Stopps Poems

In a town called Grimsby
Lived a man with his boots.
Sometimes he wore blue jeans
And sometimes wore suits.
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Have you ever walked far with a wet dog?
Known the strong smell of his musk and mire?
Have you wondered if your dog could sense,
Could he ever know, your fervent heart's desire?
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We think of 'Lottie's' life as untimely brief;
But this existence of ours, is as transient as autumn clouds.
To have watched her birth and death was like looking at lightning.
Her lifetime was a spectacular flash of light in the darkened sky.
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In the bush south of Chapleau
Two stormy portages away,
Stood a Golden Dog 'Brandy'
Under ashen skies grey.
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Niven's a Golden gone
To pleasant meadows far away?
Golden his memories with each dawn
His Rainbow's not so far as Galloway?
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Today I posted too Boistrous, Bellicose,
And got home late to see my wife & dogs
I cuddled puppies of Abbey's whelp
Scolded 'Buddy' at the orchard's edge
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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.
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Frassa stayed goodly years
Blessing all that ever met.
Those days were idyllic, glorious
For this Champion and this Pet.
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WHEN I was young, I dwelt in Vale
By a misty fen lit by a moon so pale.
And thus it was that I first met Ben,
Whose heart and hame were waiting then
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You fill my moments,
With the warmth of your love.
The winds howl.
Snowy whalebacks drift the laneways.
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