Here are some outstanding photos and wonderful words from a fellow blogger Robyn Graham on the same subject as I posted today. I hope you will visit her site.
From cell block nine
I am released,
For a narrow window of time.
With burlap covering my eyes
And my hands cuffed behind my back,
The guard knows I
With confidence he leads the way.
Not a word do I dare say.
My senses tell me I’m in a long corridor
But we have not yet passed through a door.
When suddenly the guard’s grasp
Upon my arm adjusts
And I hear the rusty sound of metal.
I recognize the sound,
My memory serves me well
Inside this prison’s hell.
I feel a hand now press my head,
This is my cue to bend.
I’m told to take another step
And with that step
I fear the place I may be near.
But finally the guard decides
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