The Graveyard Crew

You’ll seldom see the graveyard crew,

Those men and women all dressed in blue.

They stalk around the streets at night,

Creeping about quite out of sight.

They’re the ones who spotlight the door,

Of your open garage, side gate, and more.

They’re the ones who check the lock,

Of every door in a business block.

They’re the ones who walk your schools,

Checking doors and swimming pools.

They’re the ones who spot light the home,

Of the elderly woman who lives alone.

They’re the ones at the horrific crash,

Finding bloody hair on the crumpled dash.

They’re the ones in the emergency rooms,

Comforting the victims in their time of gloom.

You’ll seldom see the graveyard crew,

Those men and women all dressed in blue.

Their cause is just, their motives clear,

To protect and serve all you hold dear. 

--Ken Ferguson--