Country Veterinarian

The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell. He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell! He served farmers and ranchers for nigh on two generations, Deliverin' calves, foals and lambs and performin' tricky operations. He left the comfort of his bed on many a cold and blustery night, To help a cow deliver her calf by the mellow glow of a lantern light. He'd been kicked by cantankerous mules and butted by grumpy goats; Spat upon by numerous llamas and trampled by chargin' shoats; Bitten by mean old junkyard dogs and clawed by feral cats; Gored by irate bulls and pestered by stingin' gnats! He witnessed the miracle of birth durin' his practice of many years, And won the confidence of his clients and the esteem of his peers. Though he had some book learnin' he mostly taught himself. He never aspired to become rich and had little of the world's pelf. He recognized that God created all creatures great and small, And suffered the hazards of the job to treat and love them all! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved