A short while ago, we lost one of our dear friends. He was a guard
at The Brantford Jail. This webpage and our efforts herein are dedicated
to him.
Clint Farrell - your memory will stay with us!
Feb. 1999
"The Final Inspection "
The trooper stood and faced his God,
Which must alway's come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
Step forward now, Trooper
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?
The Trooper squared his shoulders and
Said "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sunday's and at
Times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent, because
The streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny,
that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.
And I've never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept un-manly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the folks here,
They never wanted me around except
to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence all around the throne
Where saints had often trod,
As the Trooper waited quietly, for the
Judgement of his God.
Step forward now, my Trooper
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heavens streets,
You've done your time in hell.
See you up there Clint....
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Sometime, when you are feeling important,
Sometime, when your ego's in full bloom,
Sometime, when you take it for granted,
You're the only qualified one in the room...
Sometime, when you feel that your going,
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these few simple instructions
And see how it humbles your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up tio your wrist,
Pull it out, and the hole that is remaining,
Is the measure of how you'll be missed!
You may splash all you please when you enter,
You can stir up the water galore ~
But stop and you'll find in a minute,
That it looks quite the same as before.
The moral of this quaint observation,
Is to do the very best that you can,
Be proud of yourself, but remember,
There is only one indispensable man.
This above Is Dedicatated To The Memory Of Correctional
Sergeant Hal Burchfield
Killed In The Line Of Duty -
12/16/47 - 6/8/85
San Quentin State Prison -
California Department of Corrections
I Am Not There, I Do Not Sleep.
I Am A Thousand Winds That Blow,
I Am The Diamond Glint of Snow,
I Am The Gentle Autumn Rain.
When You Awaken In The Morning Hush,
I Am The Uplifting Rush Of Quiet Birds In Circled Flight.
I Am The Soft Stars That Shine At Night.
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Cry,
I Am Not There, I Did Not Die.
