Art thou a knight, the children asked, That leads the battle on the knoll? No, not in glory have I basked, But only served my fellow soul. Does thou thrill to bear thy sword, Remembered as a martyr be? Only in service to my Lord, Preserved with his integrity. So how shall we remember thee, A warrior with a cast iron hand? With kindness and compassion please, Remember that I was a man.

In memory of Trooper John R. Davis, taken too soon in a patrol car accident near Nashville Tennessee.

[Webmaster Note:  I think this poem is also a tribute  to the courage and dedication of the men and women of law enforcement agencies everywhere. People who put their lives on the line every day; people like  Officer Russ Sorrow, who in an age where some men make millions for playing ball, gave his life on the streets of Greenville South Carolina at  a salary that should cause us all to hang our heads in shame. Thanks Jim.]