At the corner of Jefferson and Main
he stood as erect and upright
as the gray granite building
he refrained from
leaning back against
leaving untouched
the shiny brass plaque
that framed him for us,
undaunted and righteous
for all to summon
in need and distress.
In dark blue dressed
but for the silver badge breast-high,
his hat visor at eye level,
a black leather strap slashing
crosswise his chest
latched to buckle and belt,
from which a revolver unused
padded his thigh.
He was our constant—
ever present day and night
fearless, chivalrous, vigilant,
cherished and respected
by young and old alike
for being who he was
and being there for us.
Knowing him there calmed us,
our alert protector
deflecting danger lurking
as if some unseen being
were hovering over him
spreading shielding hands
preserving us from harm.
Many in blue there wer like he,
each a stalwart guardian
each with our well-being at heart,
and on seeing them
we silently learned
that their duty was ours too:
to care for one another
to show respect for others
to tame ourselves
to foster peace and harmony
as they they inspired us
there Main and Jefferson.
at the center
od our town.
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