The Prisoners dream girl
I would want of her peace and tow birds kiss.
Lots of suspense and what do I do next.
Reading and writing surely her passion.
Apples and berries is all of her scent.
Bonnie and Clyde but nothing of murder.
Two of friendship, holding on to each will.
For the last breath of one, holds as both, cry.
Simple evening food, one great kiss held still.
White soft sand by the lake without any sock.
Her flower dress would ripple with the wind.
She would have dreams of music, as like I.
We would face new love, I would poem, sing;
‘An ole song thats stuck in the 60’s love,
Put a peace sighn up, before I wake up!
Harold Sanford Carter III
Maine State Prison