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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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.