blue

Blue was a hunting dog,
A Bluetick hound.
He was one of the best there was,
One of the best all-around.

Blue loved to trail
Through canyons, up cliffs,
Through brush, through the trees.
He was lucky, he was quick.

There were chases, there were places
That Blue would dare go.
He had courage, he had spirit;
On his hunts it would show.

On the trail of a bear
Blue would lead the way,
Till he would tree the bear
They had hunted that day.

With such ruckus and roar,
With barks and bays,
With howls of excitemen
Of the chase that day.

To Walnut Springs Canyon
They traveled one day,
To go hunting for Bear;
It would be work and some play.

In Middle Cedar
Did fate take a turn;
Blue would lose his life,
Only later did we learn.

Blue's last bear
Was might and mean.
He was big and black
And tough and keen.
With a swipe of a claw,
The bear had his way;
With a clench of his jaw,
It would be Blue's last day.

Shots rang out
Through commotion and screams.
Shots finally claimed the bear,
The bear that was so mean.

The bear that took Blue
Finally lay silent and struck.
There was no one at fault,
There was just bad luck.
Blue's memory lives on
Through the hunting he did love.
He'll always be chasing
And treeing bears from the skies above.