The Street Crosser’s Salvation
Through rain, and snow, and sleet, and hail,
she stands in the center of the intersection so you can cross,
never seeming to worry about the danger she puts herself in.
A car could come at any moment, flying through their red light,
but still she stands, in the center of the intersection - for your protection.
Day after day, both morning and early afternoon,
but only until three. Never three exactly, though,
for there's always a straggler. Only a few seconds behind,
but in stop light time, it can seem like an infinity.
No complaints, only an encouraging voice,
like that of a mother, telling her kids they can make it.
And when that voice tells you you can make it,
you don't doubt its truth. How could she know,
you think, how fast I walk? How could she know,
that enormous truck won't decide to go?
She knows, believe me, she does, and if you looked,
just took a little peek, inside her brilliant white gloves,
you'd see she has the power in the palms of her hands.
She could stop that truck, even if it drove,
and she would do it with a smile on her face.
And as you walk on, your back facing the scene,
you are still completely unaware of what unravels behind you,
and just how much a crossing guard can truly do.