The Protectress Poem by Michael Morris

A sentinel stands at the edge of the curb
In a coat of the brightest yellow

Her stance alert, in her gaudy garb
She leads that others might follow

The children pass on their way to school
A herd of straying cattle

Some run, some walk, some almost crawl
And for each one she will battle

'Gainst beeping fools who, so ill bred,
Think that they must go first

But this brave Gorgon stops them dead
Never heeding the motorist's curse.

No sword sheathes she, no axe, no shield,
But a stick, like a lollipop,

Is the only weapon that she wields
These juggernauts to stop.

God Bless you, gentle Amazon,
Who, for a pittance of pay

Protects the wealth of our nation,
For day after day after day.