Screaming sirens
and blaring horns
Tranquil silence
in moments torn
Destination
I know not where
I pray in time
you make it there
Their lives in need
Our world’s at stake
Thank God for all
the risk you take
Unsung hero,
Effort silent
save them all from
dangers violent
Stetson, handgun,
your shining shield
to enforce the law
And make them yield
Uphold honor,
Integrity…
Dignity…
Sincerity
Thank you Trooper
For what you do
to fight back crime
and ills pursue
Never forget
Please remember
your given oath
to be a Member
4 comments:
This is really good - someone should send Division a copy....
thanks.
Michele...well done. A very touching on target poem. You definitely have a talent!
Thanks Deb. I dabble..sometimes it works out. I was sitting at my computer and a city police car and some fire engines went by. They come down Oak Street a lot since it is their quickest route to the north end of the city. Anyway the sound of the sirens actually started me thinking about firemen and what they do, but it sort of evolved into what it ended up as.
It happens a lot that I end up with something different than what I expected for an end, which is the very mirror of real life much of the time.
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