~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

I read this and put into a free form of poetry.

The Policeman

A man named Joe was walking
To work that sunny day
When he saw some children
In the school yard at play

By the side of the building
It seemed a bit funny
One man was giving
Another one money

The guy who received it
For a moment did lag
Before he produced a
Small paper bag

Joe looked at the children
Then back where they stood
Walking on toward them
Stop them he should

Pushed back his coat and
A gun could be seen
Upon his chest a badge
Seemed to gleam

Long since been promoted
No longer walked beat
But he did it often
Old friends to greet

This day these fellows
Would not push drugs
Just wind up in jail
A pair of thugs