Category Archives: Poetry
Books are pretty roads, silent paths
Sacred tools and treasure maps
Filled with quotes and facts
With emotion, struggle and laughs
Building blocks for mankind, the future
A way to outdo and grow past what you’re used to
I’ve learned so much these last years and…
Give many thanks for such a break, to the Prison Book Program
Fishkill Correctional Facility
Hope has long passed and despite my long prayers
Like a ghost I still wander, feeling like no one cares
Drifting through the days that blend, in a mindless trance
Surviving in this prison has only been by mere chance.
Suspicion, fear and anger have long ruled in this place
I’m gone now from the world without even a trace
You look for reprieve, far from the prison rage
And realize the tranquil peace found in the written page
In a concrete corner, hope your pain lets you be
The story in your hand can truly set you free
There’s happiness in losing yourself in thoughts of another place
You may very well feel the warm soothing of God’s grace
Oh, joy you can feel, the time you can spend
Feeling FREE AS A BIRD… until you reach the end
In closing the cover, a tear falls to the floor
Please send another book… Please just one more!
Angels from Boston share their special gift;
They send us little packages, giving hearts a lift
Bringing the joys of freedom, currently out of reach;
And assisting minds everywhere with the lessons they can teach.
Suwannee CI and Work Camp
Live Oak, FL
Truly the work of a bottomless heart
Giving “us” books, right from the start
A relentless effort, distinguishes you!
Absolute thanks, without further ado
The days may seem long and without end
But with these book I have a friend.
With each turn of a page, I am content
This little bit of freedom in which you have sent!
Elijah A. Becker
United States Penitentiary