The Country District Nurse

Written by: J Eliza JAMES

The Country District Nurse

If you listened to the gossip down the street or at the mall,
That someone had been hurt, or had a fall,
You could bet your boots that she was there
With her navy blue bag, and her hat on her hair
Right up the front with those who did care,
Giving attention, and helpful to all. 
 
She had to get her facts right so she could tell it true 
How it happened, what was where, and who was who.
Opening her pad she’d begin to write
Of all she had heard and saw at the site
She had to make sure that she recorded it right 
For it could mean a lot to you.
 
She retired; the government said the service now not needed,
But it did not stop her giving to her district, for she heeded
Their calls, when the doctor was far away
In the city, at the clinic every day’,
He personally paid his Nurse to stay
To continue the service, unimpeded. 
 
When she got older and with fading sight
She did not stop caring to turn wrong into right
Whether around the corner or across the park 
She knew which dog was worse than its bark,
And if you weren’t home until well after dark,
She would keep her light burning all night.

Her happy cheerful nature is no longer seen in town
When they seek her for advice, she can’t be found. 
Her memory remains with the children, now grown,
As if they snuffle along with a cough and a groan,
With no nursing service like the one they had known,
They drive to the clinic; city bound.   
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