Chelsea, My Chelsea
Chelsea, My Chelsea
Chelsea, my Chelsea,
Companion and friend.
I love you, so dearly,
My heart may not mend.
I see you, so clearly,
Stalking the birds,
Tending the puppies,
And minding my words.
You’d jump in the truck
And head for the seat.
You needed to see,
Nevermind your wet feet!
We’d go to the cabin
To hunt or run,
Sniff out the trails,
Or just for the fun.
Although you didn’t
Start out to be,
You ended up a
Good hunter for me.
Forty pheasants came
Home one day.
You pointed and held
Like no dog would stay.
You’d turn and look
And hold your ground.
I’d know you’d have
Two birds nailed down.
You’d never retrieve
The birds all the way.
For fear I would
End our hunting and play.
It took three days
Burning fire and wood,
To thaw the ground
Right where you had stood.
We buried you there
Out at the farm,
Marked with a stone,
Free from worldly harm.
Chelsea, my Chelsea,
Companion and friend,
Chelsea, my Chelsea,
My love never ends.
© Lynnette Schuepbach, January 21, 1993
