This is my last post for the evening. I hope you have enjoyed reading my poetry. Please join me tomorrow for another great day with TRS. Thank you and happy Thanksgiving.
Logan’s First Doctor’s
Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief.
Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief.
All these flourished in their day.
Each a classic in their own way.
To try to give each one his due,
would take at least a month or two.
But briefly let me speak of those
old horse and buggy medicos.
Doc Little, Dye and Pullen who,
got here on foot to pull us through.
Instead of plane by radar track,
they brought the stork by piggyback.
Their very presence eased our ills.
Their friendly faces were golden pills.
We swallowed whole with ne’or a frown,
or aid of drink to wash them down.
“With one alone you might pull through,
but goodness sake don’t call in two.”