THE IRISH SETTER

With russet fur and fiery grace,
The Irish Setter claims his place.
A loyal friend, a hunting hound,
His beauty and his skill astound.

With every stride he takes the lead,
His nose upon the scent will feed.
He’ll run for miles, without a rest,
His stamina is truly blessed.

And yet, when evening falls at last,
He’ll curl up close, his day is past.
He’ll wag his tail and give a sigh,
As if to say, “It’s been a good day, why deny?”

So here’s to the Irish Setter’s charm,
His heart so true, his spirit warm.
May his breed endure for many a year,
And always bring his humans cheer.

(painting by Tyron Atkinson)