Cherry and Martin

Sure it's a little whimsical and I think the meter is all wrong, but I never said I was a *good* poet.

Cherry and Martin,
Heart of the town,
sometimes they break in
when the income is down,

Next thing you know
it's a call coming through
"get those pedals moving
go find out of its true."

A few pointed questions,
a scuffle, and one muffled crack.
Thank God it's cold
you've got the vest on your back.

Now you're gasping for air
and they're rabbiting fast
at least thanks to the vest
you'll make it, you'll last.

You're a hero, Travoris,
A modern day saint.
Your job is a minefield
innocent children--these ain't.

So a respectful salute,
to Macon's finest in blue
When we've run out of hope,
We'll rely upon you.

For Travoris Wilson and all the fine men and women of the Macon Police Department. You work on the edges of hell every day, and we cannot say thank you often enough for your service.

Thursday, January 07, 2010