Old Town Types No. 10 - Big Doc Littlejohn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFG HH IIJJAAKK LLMMNNOO| Big Doc Littlejohn and ugly man and tall | A |
| He wasn't very graceful no part of him was small | A |
| Big frame big head huge hands and red | B |
| But gentle as a woman's as he stooped above the bed | B |
| His great voice muted and the jaw out thrust | C |
| And something there behind his eyes that captured human trust | C |
| Big John Littlejohn who drove until he died | D |
| In his abbot buggy to the farms outside | D |
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| The family physician and the family's true friend | E |
| No household in that wide new land but loved him to the end | E |
| And the old fat midwife revered him as a saint | F |
| 'Sent straight from God me dear ' says she 'A human man she ain't | F |
| No human flesh could bear it no heart withstand the test | G |
| The slavin' drivin' day an' night with no full hour of rest ' | - |
| But Big John Littlejohn with one of his tired smiles | H |
| Climbed in his abbot buggy for another seven miles | H |
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| He'd never met a vitamin he seldom sought a knife | I |
| But he healed full many a body and he saved full many a life | I |
| For ten years for twenty years for forty years he toiled | J |
| His aid unstinted and his heart unspoiled | J |
| The friend of rich and poor alike at everybody's call | A |
| For large fee for small fee or no fee at all | A |
| In his old abbot buggy with his wind blown hair | K |
| Rushing to another case behind his bay blood mare | K |
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| They found him on one winter dawn low huddled in the seat | L |
| Of the old abbot buggy with the rug about his feet | L |
| The great frame at rest at last the mind rid of its load | M |
| While the blood mare nibbled at the grass beside the road | M |
| And the sad folk who found him there before ought else they say | N |
| First knelt them in the roadside mud and bent their heads to pray | N |
| For great John Littlejohn the grey man and kind | O |
| The healer and the friend who left not wealth nor foe behind | O |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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