The parson sat in a pew,
surrounded by the deacons.
As the meeting drew
to and end, one of the sons
of the local merchant barged in.
“Doc, momma sent me to find you.
Jim is terribly sick, Ma's taken
him to your house, and they need you.
The doctor, who had long been a deacon
in this little church, rushed to his house.
The Parson raced after the medical man.
Hoping he could, her fears douse,
he prayed with the boys' Ma.
Her husband soon rushed in
The fear on his face was raw
as he spoke to the medical man.
There was only one medicine
that could save the boy
but Doc had none in his possession.
Hoping, a rider to deploy,
he sent telegraphs to every doctor
within a hundred miles. Only one
had any of the drug he could offer.
Time was the enemy, they needed a fast stallion.