3I recently lost my dog in the Grand Coulee area, and with the help of your wonderful community, I got him back safely.
I wrote a poem about the ordeal and wanted to share it with the all the people who so graciously helped. Thank you.
Dave Bremmer
A Lost Dog
it was a Sunday like many, we went out for a drive
the beautiful scenery, caused our spirits to revive
we headed to Grand Coulee, it was not in our plans
but a worthwhile endeavor, with time on our hands
we peered at the dam, it was an extraordinary feat
concrete and iron, where imagination and ingenuity meet
I thought to myself, how beautiful this scene
the majestic mountain backdrop, so lovely so serene
but the sense of serenity, turned to dread and fear
as man’s best friend was lost, he was nowhere near
we drove around frantically, where could he have gone
we retraced our steps, the search had to press on
but nighttime was coming, and we had to go home
so we had to leave him there, scared and alone
Michael at Safeway made some internet posts
to try and help find him, but Henri was a ghost
Monday morning I got up, and headed to my job
I maintained my composure, but I really wanted to sob
3:30 came around, and I printed off some flyers
then off to Grand Coulee, before the daylight could expire
I posted the flyers and talked to concerned people in the town
I wanted to be hopeful, and not get myself down
Henri had been seen, on Sunday at 4:00
but it was one day later, and there was nothing more
I drove around calling and yelling out his name
but as nightfall took over, it was more of the same
so I headed home, sad, bereft and lonely
too many unanswered questions, too many “if onlys”
I couldn’t sleep that night, I feared for his life
rattlesnakes, coyotes, and other wildlife
Tuesday rolled around, I was tired and depressed
but a call came from Coulee, I suddenly felt blessed
Henri had been spotted, wet and afraid
the people of Grand Coulee had come to my aid
a total stranger heard my story and laid awake in his bed
so he got up early the next morning and went searching in my stead
Dennis and Madisyn spotted Henri by the highway
alive, skittish, and afraid, he quickly ran away
my spirits now buoyed, I jumped in my car
and two hours to Grand Coulee, seemed not very far
I went to the place, that he was last seen
and searched high and low, in every crevice and ravine
but as noon rolled around my excitement was waning
so I went off to Fusion Cafe, for my stomach was complaining
then back I went to driving, and calling out his name
feeling sad, sick and lonely, feeling I was to blame
then quickly from behind, a pickup chased me down
was the rancher mad at me, for traipsing on his ground
he had seen a dog, walking down his neighbor’s drive
a black tri-color aussie, it’s Henri, HE’S ALIVE!
so I followed him on over, down the dusty gravel road
jumped out, peered out in the sage, as the tears started to flow
Henri was safe, though a little worse for wear
and God had used this wonderful town to answer my heartfelt prayer
To Karyn: you’re an angel, as pretty as can be
you have a caring, wonderful, and amazing family
To Mr. Nelson: Thank you for tracking me down
you live in what I believe, is the greatest little town.
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