Walking From The Jailhouse Poem by Lee Crowell
Walking From The Jailhouse
the wind can't hide from the hoisted sail
the sun is found out by the grass
even the deaf ear is pierced by the word
Callie, the title is confusing and that's my fault. Through a weird set of events I ended up walking home from a jailhouse, and that's when these thoughts came.
I have considered a jailhouse poem, you know, a choky, slammer, hoosegow blues. But, I must confess, I don't begin to get his one. Help!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/21/2025 9:38:05 AM # 1.0.0
Profound truth as usual.