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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 

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