INMATE POEMS

The Mariner To His Son by Timothy Elkins

That ship is sailed and with it passed all opportunity
For we the wreckage of our past to salvage from the sea
Nor hail no humble vessel could we, nor could no man boast
He stole we from the icy grave and stow we to the coast
For thus a little time we cast a line into the deep
And pray thus in due day alas! a heavy catch we keep
And hear one eve with sailors’ glee a-shouting from the shore
Ahoy! M’boy may then we leave this waters evermore

T.W. Elkins
DOC #A636630

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