Posted 10/20/11 (Thu)
Across this State is a group of people,
Who have answered a special call.
Those who have taken a special job,
That simply demands their all.
Whether working alone at this arduous task,
Or complete with a company of staff.
They carry a burden too heavy for some,
But these folks just shrug and laugh.
They spend their time fighting crime,
Serving process, and feeling budget woes;
Or having to sell a good friends’ farm,
Just to settle the debt that he owes.
They’re heroes and villains at the same time,
Depending on whom you may ask.
And every four years they have to decide,
If they’re still feeling up to the task.
At times they are parents’ to kids that have none,
Or a child to someone who has grown old.
They are gentle, they are tough,
They are warm, but with a nerve that is stone cold.
They are something to many, but nothing to some,
Yet each day they pin on that Star.
Looking for trouble and praying for none,
As they patrol the County in their car.
They won’t ever make a million bucks,
And the hours are too long and tough.
But if given the chance to help someone,
Just a Thank You is often enough.
And yes they complain and ask for more,
But each day, they just grin and bear it.
For they’ve come to realize their own rewards,
From the title, Your County Sheriff.