Old Doc Taylor

Just a few lines of thought

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.

Author's Note

Just a few lines of thought