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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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