The Chief ordered me, you know,
so who am I to say I won’t? The Poet
Laureate’s specialty is slant rhyme
and something close to melody
so, here I am to write a tribute
to the Old Saybrook Blue who
guide us with the grace of Knights,
who dash about to keep us safe,
who smile despite their need,
(sometimes, that is) to lock us up.
Who guide our traffic through
any maze of lights and cranes
and accidents. Who
save our lives when saving lives
is what’s in demand. Or else
a smart salute, a hug, a Step Aside.
Or if you’re feeling down, a nod. A smile.
There’s The Ambulance is on its way.
There’s, Now, now, it’s going to be OK.
There’s Get home right away.
There’s the hand to slow you down,
The hand to pick you up. There’s
the assist across the street, whether
it’s to Monkey Farm or St. John’s Church.
Whether to a funeral or a high school dance.
There’s more, I know, on foot
or in a Flashing Car. There’s a wave,
A Step this way. There’s …
well, let’s say it, L O V E,
whether tough or not.
Old Saybrook cops, you are
our good, Old Saybrook heart.
Old Saybrook cops, you are our rock.