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NancyThe Hitchhiking Nurse
by Londis Carpenter

Saturday, October 30, 2004
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Okay guys, here is my Halloween special, dedicated to all my friends on AD. Please tell someone else to come and read this if you like it.

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Nancy The Hitchiking Nurse
copyright (c) 2002 by Londis Carpenter--all rights reserved


There's a bad stretch of road on Route Sixty-Six,

That I've often heard truck drivers say,

Is silent and bare, with a chill in the air,

Where travelers have oft' lost their way.


And the birds never fly in its overcast sky--

The air always seems strangly still.

The dogs never bark and the moon casts a strange

Eerie shadow across the mill.


Most truckers avoid accepting a load that

Would cause them to pass through or near.

But I've never believed and refuse now to heed

Tales of superstition and fear.


Back in October of seventy-three came

An offer I couldn't decline.

For a truckload of brew would be soon overdue--

If no driver was found who would sign.


Having hard luck for cash, I took the dispatch,

With no reason in my mind to fear.

I'd carry the load past that bad stretch of road

And folks there would all have their beer.


With my cargo all sound I was soon out of town,

On the road that led to the mill.

I felt happy and free--I'd received half my fee'--

I left bad luck behind on the hill.


Then a lightning bolt flashed with a thunderous crash

And the sky turned a strange colored hue.

The clouds poured out rain in a world gone insane

And a chill froze my flesh through and through.


I drove through the storm feeling sad and forlorn,

Then I rounded a hazardous curve,

Where I got a surprise, as a sight caught my eyes,

That caused me to veer and to swerve.


At the edge of the road stood a lady in white,

With her thumb out to ask for a ride.

I hit the brakes hard and I slid to a stop.

The girl eagerly climbed up inside.


I popped her a beer and the lady began

To talk, as she sipped at her brew.

From the words that she spoke, it was clear she was broke

And had missed more meals than a few.


So I took her to dine a little past nine

At a cafe we passed on the road.

I watched as she ate all the food on her plate.

Then she smiled, as her story she told.


She sought a new life to escape all the strife

Of a past she could barely endure.

She'd left all to be free from her past misery,

Taking naught but the clothing she wore.


She told of her schemes to build on her dreams--

To someday be a nurse wearing white.

She was nobody's fool--she could breeze through the school--

And she'd work as a waitress at night.


When I got up to go she told me goodbye--

Said, "I know there's a place here for me."

She thanked me and smiled as she told me her name,

"Just call me Nurse Nancy," said she.


So I paid off my tab and got into my cab feeling

Glad to be back on the road.

I soon reached the mill and delivered the ale.

I was proud to be rid of that load.


The storm had now eased to a mild autumn breeze

So I turned back the same way I came.

I hummed an old song as I rambled along--

And I wondered Nurse Nancy's real name.


I reached the cafe at the break of the day,

So I pulled in for coffee and eggs.

When a waitress came by I said, "Tell Nancy hi!"

And her hot coffee scalded my legs.


I had startled her so she had let the pot go

And the glass shattered over the floor.

The poor waitress said, "You dishonor the dead

Making such jokes inside of this door."


I was sorely confused, feeling some sort of ruse

Had made me the butt of a scam.

But the glances and leers and the waitress's tears

Gave me cause to ask her to explain.


I could see her surprise by the look in her eyes

That a trucker like me hadn't heard

Of a girl who'd been slain, named Nancy McClain,

Who'd been dead now for nearly ten years.


A man had came in from out of the rain

To attacked her here in the cafe.

Shot her twice in the head and left her quite dead.

Then he somehow had gotten away.


She had worked for six years saving tips in a jar--

"To pay for her schooling," she said.

But Nancy the nurse had left in a hearse

Nancy now rested safe with the dead.


There are poems that say in a lyrical way

Every thought that a man may employ.

But what lies in a heart one can only impart by the

Music a song may enjoy.


For music rings clear when it reaches our ear,

Bringing tears and laughter and hope.

It can sound the same as the autumn rain

And say things that mere words can't emote.


Theres music that's born in the heart of a storm,

Amid flashes of lightning and din.

Its a rushing sound of floods coming down,

Like the marching of ten thousand men.


It can sound the same as the cold autumn rain,

Saying things words can never explain.

Its a score so sad it can drive a man mad--

So I cried as I drove in the rain.


There are things I believe and things that I know

There are some things I just can't explain.

But I've driven that road with many a load,

And I never saw Nancy again.


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Reviewed by Londis Carpenter 10/31/2004
Thanks everyone for your generous comments. Halloween has always been one of my very favorite holidays. Here is hoping that each or you on AD have a great one. And...Katy, don't be robbing those little trick-or-treaters of their treats. LOL
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik 10/31/2004
Lonny, you have an immense talent, a rare gift, for writing these narrative poems. Your subject matter here and in others' just brings me in, I quite leave the room, entirely. I kept cursing the screen because I had to scroll down and I just wanted to stay glued! (smile)

You have no gaps, no leaps beyond the story... it's completely satisfying. You know you've please readers when the poem is really long and at the end they want it to keep going. Great stuff! katy xox.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 10/30/2004
Well written Londis!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 10/30/2004
This is an outstanding write! Leaves the reader wondering if this is a true ghost story?
Reviewed by Michael Charles Messineo 10/30/2004
Lonny, Outstanding rhythm and pace. I love the this!!!

...Michael
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