a/n: a poem containing elements from several canon stories.
A samsong.
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Here is a Writer
Here is a writer, alone at his desk.
~0~
Here is a scholar, who studies all night;
And here is the medical school in his sight.
~0~
Here is a student, carefree and assured;
And here are the rugby pitch, theatre and ward,
And here are the fees he can barely afford.
~0~
Here is a houseman; a doctor, forlorn;
Who tends to his patients each moment till dawn;
Then stumbles off duty, so weary and worn
And sleeps like the dead, or a baby, new born.
~0~
Here is a soldier and doctor, the same;
And here is the battlefield, blood, smoke and flame,
Where fresh-faced young men learn to slaughter and maim.
And there, on the hilltop, a sniper takes aim;
And here comes the bullet which carries his name...
~0~
Here is an invalid limping ashore
With fever-edged, sleep-ripping memories of war;
Still mourning the comrades who've fallen before,
His health is uncertain, his prospects are poor.
But here is a glimpse of what life has in store;
Two hundred and twenty one B on the door.
~0~
Here is a cripple who leans on his cane;
His purse strings are tightened; he's feeling the strain;
His best days are over, his nightmares remain.
And here is the moment the Fates smile again;
A brief chance encounter which banishes pain;
As hawk eyed detective with singular brain
Meets haunted young man from Afghanistan's plain.
~0~
Here's an ex soldier who's learned to stand tall;
Here is his medical bag in the hall;
Here are some bullet holes high on the wall.
Here is a flat mate whose habits appall;
Here are the clients whose stories enthrall;
And here is the journal recording them all.
~0~
Here's a physician who's found his true place,
And here is each strange and intriguing new case.
Here is a comrade absorbed in the chase;
And here is his sidekick, who matches his pace,
Despite every peril and danger they face.
~0~
Here is a man fighting forces of hate.
Here's his companion; resigned to his fate.
Here is a medical call, which can't wait
And here is his frantic return; far too late...
~0~
Here is a widower, living with grief;
Here is a moment of stunned disbelief
As loss and regret are replaced by relief.
~0~
Here is a Boswell, who stands by his friend,
And here are the many adventures he's penned.
~0~
Here is a writer, alone at his desk.
~0~
a/n 2: samsong: this is a recently invented form, by R.S. Gwynn, based on "the house that Jack" built type pattern. Starts and ends with the same line after building up then reducing the number of lines per stanza.