A Verse Of A Nurse
Heather McRae
2009
Published for and dedicated to D4…
May D4-ce be with you!
How Heather became a nurse student you ask?
Well, one evening at dinner, her mother did gasp
“You should be a nurse; it is a fine job.”
To this Heather put down her shish ka kabob .
And replied with a sneer, “I will not. I won’t
I much rather kiss crazy Prince Henry DeBaunt!
A great engineer—now that’s what I will be.
No girls will go there, I’ll be special you see.”
So off in her classes she proudly excelled.
But she found no great passion and one day just yelled,
“I can take it no more… What good will I do?
I just must switch my major and bid this adieu.
To help people directly and make them feel well.”
And now as she said this her great heart did swell.
Her new major now nursing, she found a new joy
A passion, a love even more than a boy!
Her classes were hard but she took on the quest.
On evenings she studied and rarely did rest.
But it all paid off. In the end she had A’s!
Now applying to nursing school was her new craze.
It took many weeks, then that too was done.
She sat back and sighed, “hope I am not outdone”
She waited for months, but it seemed to her years.
Till one day in April the letter appears
She got into nursing school hip hip hooray!
She partied at dinner, cause this was her day.
Soon she got her supply list. It was a delight.
She went straight to the store for maroon and some white.
Then she bought all her books and a new stethoscope
She exclaimed to her friend, “These will help me I hope.”
She looked back just once when the mail brought her bill.
The sight of which made Heather terribly ill.
Months later it started, the first day of school.
Heather was so excited she started to drool.
All her teachers were smart and were really quite sweet.
And they made sure she never felt sad, incomplete.
Her new peers were all bright and fully dedicated.
And Charlene and Siara were so animated.
Assigned groups of ten, well, D4 was the best.
And their F.O.R. Sue wore a bright tie-dye vest.
They went out to lunches, made t-shirts and more.
And with this fun group they were never a bore.
For they talked and they talked and they laughed and they sang.
And even came up with their very own slang.
The semester went on and some started to fret.
Even though they would study, some grades they’d regret.
To study alone, well, it wasn’t enough.
They would fail even when they thought they knew their stuff.
“Let us study together, ” some started to say.
“For together we’re better, now let’s not delay.”
Each day after class, they would gather and learn.
Teaching subjects they’d stand and each would take a turn.
They would study ‘til each felt that they could learn no more.
In fact, they would study ‘til their brains were sore.
D4 bonded some more through their trial of school.
‘Til their love for each peer was an enviable jewel.
The day of the test, was their hard work enough?
Would they prove themselves to be some great nursing buff?
Yes they were, yes they were. D4 got higher scores!
Their joy was so great that their happiness soars.
Together they conquered the finals and tests.
And at last they could take off the load on their chests.
But within a months time there will be no D4.
And then Heather will leave to catch sleep and then snore.
But she will leave with new hope, she can be a nurse.
“I’ll be culturally competent, wise, and diverse.”
“I can do it. I’ll do it. I’ll be a great nurse.”
…To Be Continued
The Commodity of Oddity
I noticed the situation had certain viscosity
Anything other than perfection would be quite the atrocity
Thus welled up within me a violent animosity
The yellow brick road did not lead to the emerald city
The holes in the story, creating a massive porosity
Our moment did deteriorate with incredible velocity
When suddenly appeared a terrific monstrosity
Lo and hence the munchkins attached with a savage ferocity
Though I, standing afar, watched with a certain curiosity
My heart did well with a grand generosity
For the defunct stench of our philosophy
Ends our dream with extraordinary lameocity
Heather McRae, Todd Decker, Kara Palmer, Derick Salaom
Oh how may a speak
Of the beauty of pi?
Its uses not bleak
But abound to the sky.
Irrational digit
I cannot escape
To calculate widgets
Of circular shape.
A mere estimation
Three point one four
But to my exclamation
You’re so much much more.
Pi, you’re so tasty
I’ll take any flavor
But not be too hasty
The pumpkin I’ll savor.
