Owen Cullimore Poet Rhyme

Old Doc Taylor

Many years ago in Redwood as a boy and a man
I’ll tell you the story as fast as I can
About a remarkable person, really special in fact
Who made up for the townspeople, everything they lacked
He was the town Doctor
Saw through many fears
Helped raise the town
For three score and fifteen years
Delivered all of Mrs McCarthy,s babies, fourteen in all
Removed Mr Browns Gallstones, whilst he was lying in his hall
Brought over two hundred children into this world
No wonder his hair was grey and slightly curled
Walked everywhere to somewhere never drove at all 
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
Always at hand for everybody,s needs
Just could not help but do people good deeds
I remember when the Pox took many lives away
Bus old Doc Taylor, he saved the day
No thought for his own safety, always around
With a kind word and his medicine abound
Most people could not pay but he did not care
To serve all his days , always to be there
That was his life no time for romance
Married to the community, had no second chance
Miss Betty his secretary , loved him no less
Always nearby in a pretty red dress
Though he never noticed, she did not mind
She knew the real man, one who was so kind
During the War when he left to serve
Fought for his country, he had a lot of nerve
Saved man a soldier, thanks to him many came home
It was down to Doc Taylor, they were still able to roam
Came the great winter of thirty nine or so
Many were left stranded caught out in the snow
But Doc did not worry, he was still content
Fighting the elements, if people needed him, so off he went
Came the night of the great Blizzard, whole town buried alive
It would be a miracle if anyone survived
Every one was saved except one who was lost
Alone, out in the snow and the frost
Three weeks later the great thaw came about
People could move, get out and about
But down by the mill, under a blanket in the dirt
We found Doc,s frozen body , he looked so sad and hurt
Frozen to death, out helping others
Tears were shed by us all, brothers, sisters and mothers
This great man had given his life for ours
Trying to help in the end, taking medicine and flowers
To old Mrs McCarthy, having number fifteen
The bonniest baby you have ever seen
She called him Johnny, after the Doc
The man who helped raise us all, liked a shepherd with his flock.

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