Pop and the Clock
by Jess Riley - age 23
A few moons ago before the snow came
I asked why do you have to go, again?
I knew I'd miss my Pop so very dear
When we last spoke he made it very clear
About his long struggle against the clock
Working with the cattle, dogs or the flock
He'd yell, shoot, set anything on fire
In the end time his only desire
Although he'd lived life and come out on top
There was just one thing he never forgot
He'd drive down roads like storm clouds rolling in
Rage filled words spat like fat rain hitting tin
His passion turned anger and full of might
The pendulum turned darkness into light
My loved Poppy overtaken with fright
He fought and yelled and denied it was near
Without belief the beyond was no clear
As I reflect it is apparent to me
That although we all look we do not see
That the big bad clock is no big bad deal
But as we look back at the movie reel
And only remember a constant fight
Against that white round both face day and night
In memory of a hardworking man
I dedicate my life making stand
Against the ticking time-telling machine
Looking up to the sky it can be seen
In the moon, the stars and the seasons beam
And looking up you can feel it come near
And acknowledge the fact our time is here
So make the change and live life free from fear
Our duty is to live for all the Pops
The ones who did not get too many stops
They did their best to get us where we are
But now as we pause the time has come near
Let's lead full lives for them the ancestors
The true timeline shining bright in the stars
In memory of my mentor protector and biggest believer Bert Walker
by Jess Riley - age 23
A few moons ago before the snow came
I asked why do you have to go, again?
I knew I'd miss my Pop so very dear
When we last spoke he made it very clear
About his long struggle against the clock
Working with the cattle, dogs or the flock
He'd yell, shoot, set anything on fire
In the end time his only desire
Although he'd lived life and come out on top
There was just one thing he never forgot
He'd drive down roads like storm clouds rolling in
Rage filled words spat like fat rain hitting tin
His passion turned anger and full of might
The pendulum turned darkness into light
My loved Poppy overtaken with fright
He fought and yelled and denied it was near
Without belief the beyond was no clear
As I reflect it is apparent to me
That although we all look we do not see
That the big bad clock is no big bad deal
But as we look back at the movie reel
And only remember a constant fight
Against that white round both face day and night
In memory of a hardworking man
I dedicate my life making stand
Against the ticking time-telling machine
Looking up to the sky it can be seen
In the moon, the stars and the seasons beam
And looking up you can feel it come near
And acknowledge the fact our time is here
So make the change and live life free from fear
Our duty is to live for all the Pops
The ones who did not get too many stops
They did their best to get us where we are
But now as we pause the time has come near
Let's lead full lives for them the ancestors
The true timeline shining bright in the stars
In memory of my mentor protector and biggest believer Bert Walker
