Hi everyone!! this is a poem that my stepdad and i wrote a LONG time ago, and i thogught it'd do good here. please review, and let me know what you think.
With two children down, the doc already knew:He'd seen all this before;
"There'll be many a death before this scourge is through". Doc also knew to fight Diptheria like a war! A radio call to Anchorage Hospital 800 miles away;
The medicine train was stopped by a snowdrift the very first day.
The whole town, to-a-man scared, but each had his say; "What can we do, Doc? We can't just let our children go?" But the wise old doctor said, "there's got to be a way". A voice spoke up, "huskies can handle snow". A 700-ile dog team relay? Doc had it all arranged that very same day.
Doc fought for life, but thought of death "seven hundred miles; that'll take fifteen days!"
I'll fight for these children's lives with my very last breath;i've oft' seen The Lord work in mysterious ways."
Doc told the town, "courage people, courage; try to be brave". But Doc knew that within 2 weeks time, there'd be little left to save.
Jan. 27th, the first team pulled away from that snow-bound train; Twenty more teams were pledged to run; One team quickly lost two dogs to freezing rain;
But that heroic musher wasn't even close to being harnessed himself to that big sled,And his huskies followed as he led.
Gunnar Kaasen and Balto took the next-to-last run: From Bluff to Point Safety was thirty one miles. But this team's troubles had just begun:
The sled blew over on glare ice; cargo scattered for a while;
Gunnar dug wildly in the snow for that most-precious load; And as soon as the serum was back aboard, it's "on down the road"
Musher's mortal nightmare: a white out!
This often leads to sudden death;But Balto's unerring instincts left ne'er a doubt;Gunnar let Balto run as he held on with bated breath.
"You did it dog! You did it! That's Point Safety straight ahead!"
But no lights, no relief, nothing, the place was dead.
With the northern lights a running wild
They mushed on thru' the snow;
But Balto's chore was really mild
Compared to that horrible Diptheria foe.
With wolf and Husky instincts from prehistoric mists of time;
Failure never once entered that courageous wolf-dog's mind.
53 miles and 20 hours straight, they'd been constantly on the go.
As wolf-dog mushed on into Nome, too tired to even bark,
'Twas 5:30 am, February 2nd, 1925, and thirty below.
800 miles, Anchorage to Nome, man and dog both left their mark!
Those brave teams made in just a little over 5 days straight,
A normal 15-day mush, because Nome could not survive the wait.
END
well?! was it good or bad? please let me know. live long and prosper everyone!