I got this idea from another AC publisher, Vincent Summers. Drop by and look at his incredible articles.
There was a family in our town: odd things they would do,
like help others who had more than they, and always would, too.
The rest of us did not understand just why they did these things,
like mowing lawns, watching pets, raking leaves that the fall brings.
They emptied their change jar, I once heard someone say,
to drive old Mrs. Curtis to her doctor’s appointment one day.
Now it’s not very nice, the jokes that went around,
about that giving family, part of our small town.
Really, noone noticed how they always gave their best,
their place, and they, were referred to as the “crazy cuckoo’s nest.”
Did people ever thank them, for all the loving care?
I really don’t think so, at least I’m not aware
that any folk took notice that the biggest reason why
they did these things for others, was that noone else would try.
September came, the town was quiet, children not in school,
weekend church services cancelled, illness was the tool.
The ones who avoided helping, were as sick as they could be,
and only the folks from the crazy cuckoo’s nest were the ones that I could see
going to one house, then another, making, taking chicken soup
and placing bottles of cold water to help those sick, regroup.
Wearing white masks, often washing hands, they did what they could do
to help the people in their town recover from the flu.
They had gotten flu shots the very day they took Mrs. Curtis to her appointment.,
The doctor there referred them to the free flu shot clinic, and off they all went.
Thanks to them, the town recovered, and I guess you know the rest,
People now respectfully thank the day, when one flu passed over the cuckoo’s nest.