Road Crew Poem by Barry Middleton
Road Crew
Mississippi in August was dusty hot
we took our lunch beneath an oak
the prisoners and I
they managed good cheer, laughing
joking about what they would do
when they got out
if ever a man needed a beer, they did
black skin in black and white stripes
working in the swelter
so on that final summer day of work
I bought the beer, one apiece
like it was just a movie
The Shawshank Redemption, but my beer party was not fiction.
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5/3/2024 8:35:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem and great picture to go with it. Plus you mentioned another great picture in your poet's note! Great work.
Thanks. I can still remember the appreciation on those guys faces for this simple act of kindness.