I planted Damson stones
Knowing I would be gone
Before they gave fruit
Hungry mouths of children
Enjoying my labour
In the warmth of future sun.
Wednesday has stretched fully
Sunshine forcing a smile
The prisoners hands out of barred windows
Grasp droplets of rain
To place upon their faces
So as not to forget
What so few notice
Natures wonder.
The Damson stones sleep
Beneath dark earth in Autumn
Spring a distant dream
Before the long process begins
Years rolled out like carpet
The same for the prisoners
Hands out of barred windows
Grasping droplets of rain.