They Call Her Celeste

The story begins in a far away land,
Where Eskimos dwell and bears have command.
Canada’s nice,
If you don’t mind the ice,
Or the milk of a yak in a yellow tin can.

In the town of Drumheller near Willow Point Way,
A young girl grew older with each passing day.
With her nose in a book,
In a comfortable nook,
She drank up her stories as time passed away.


But more than her stories or books that she had,
She loved being home with her mom and her dad.
Playing games with her sisters,
Like Uno and Twister,
‘Twas life’s simple gifts that made her quite glad.

The family soon moved to a land full of mountains,
With towering cliffs and river rock fountains.
And our story’s young girl,
With gold hair and no curls,
Grew up like a weed as the days kept on countin’.


With age came her beauty, and oh how divine!
Her splendor extends from her toes to her spine.
Her eyes aqua blue,
Such a heavenly hue!
God made her with care. She was one of a kind.

The only thing gone from her splendid existence,
Was someone to love without passive resistance,
Then it happened one night.
When a boy caught her sight,
And they went on their first date with his keen persistence.

He was handsome and kind, with a quick-witted tongue,
And he fell for her quickly despite being young,
At first she thought no,
But love started to grow,
When a ballad of love he had wrote had been sung.

“No” turned into “yes,” and “like” turned into “love.”
At times things were rough but when push came to shove,
He knew he loved her,
And he knew she concurred,
Now nothing could stop them except God above.

With the Big Man’s endorsement they were ready to hitch,
There were flowers to order and dresses to stitch,
The big moment came,
Without fortune or fame.
'Twas a magical day without one single glitch.


They’ve traveled the world and had many adventures,
They’ve tried soul food and seafood and many thirst quenchers,
They know Barcelona,
Like experts fide bona,
And the good times won’t stop with old age or cheap dentures.

The man's love for his lady burns brighter and brighter,
Than kerosene mixed with dry paper and lighter.
They call her Celeste,
She’s not good – she’s the best.
And the bond with her true love forever grows tighter.