Swearer Stories

Poetry in Prison

Posted by SPACE (Space in Prisons for Art and Creative Expression) Community Fellows Dan Sherrell and Megan Hauptman. 

I stood on the shore
beside the sea;
the wind from the west blows fresh and
free, while past the rocks at the
harbors mouth, The ships went
north and some went south, and
some sailed out on an unknown quest

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