Dear Editor,
As the anniversary of Tim Fleck‘s death approaches, I am sure he is missed very much by all who loved him. So, as a friend to Kelly, I would like to honor him and all police officers with this poem:
Noble was he. Noble was he. A lawman was he.
Someone so special the love of her life. Her heart is still broken for that dear man; she longs for his touch and she can’t understand why he was taken like a thief in the night.
Noble was he. Noble was he. A lawman was he.
Those who knew him said that the badge he wore proud on chest meant they had a protector of the innocent.
Noble was he. Noble was he. A lawman was he.
A sheriff from a small Hoosier town who had a big heart and seldom a frown. His brothers who served him knew he had their backs and would die to protect them would officer Fleck.
Noble was he noble was he. A lawman was he.
Someone so special who cheered for the Irish and Tony Stewart to race.
Noble was he. Noble was he. A lawman was he.
Dearer to her heart than the tractors he loved.
Noble was he. Noble was he. A lawman was he. — Author Anonymous