Sheriff Al Nienhuis Poem by James McLain

Beneath the quiet Floridian sun,
Where justice walks and shadows run,
A steadfast heart guards every street,
With kindness firm, and care discreet.

Sheriff Al, a name well-known,
With hands of iron, yet mercy shown.
He walks among the meek, the frail,
Ensuring peace when storms assail.

His voice a balm, his gaze sincere,
A shepherd's love to quell the fear.
The vulnerable find in him a shield,
A heart where care will never yield.

The streets he guards breathe safe at night,
His watchful eye, a calming light.
No soul too lost, no call too small,
He serves the many, he hears them all.

Compassion's thread he deftly weaves,
Among the lives he hopes to ease.
Justice and grace, his guiding flame,
A sheriff true, in deed and name.

O' Al Nienhuis, may your story ring,
A hymn of hope, the streets to sing.
For in your care, the people know,
A brighter path, a safer place where children play.