REMEMBERING ROBERT GREGG

A gentle man from Boulder
                ...with his camera on his shoulder,
Professor Robert Gregg
                ...was a very special man,
Albeit mostly sober
                ...he'd a trace of leprechaun.
His mind was keen and quizzical
                ...for the world and the physical.
For his "bugs" he'd go most anywhere,
                ...for he yearned to see it all.
And that he mostly did
                ...before he got the "call".
For his three loves he'd travel,
                ...around the globe to see;
To Ireland, in search of Belleek,
                ...Antarctic for snow,
Or to the Yucatán
                ...for a red-billed so and so.
A Belleek collector to the core
                ...and with each piece a story more.
'Twas the fine and fancy ones,
                ...which fairly caught his eye,
Calling to him like the siren -
                ...and seducing him to buy.
It's four years since he left us;
                ...we salute with raised eggnog!
The man, the friend, the Honoree
                ...who stepped into the bog.
He may be gone but not forgotten,
                ...that erudite old soldier;
He was one man in a million
                ...that lovely man from Boulder,
And I'd love to see him once again,
                ...with his camera on his shoulder.

                    - Don Clinton 9/28/96