By Jennifer Kramzer

Behind the prison walls
More activities take place then people on the outside know.
The offenders in tan pants, white cotton shirts with stains of brown.
As they walk briskly along the breezeway not fast enough to run
In the crisp cool air with a slight of wind.
How respectful they are to me as I walk by slowly.
The art, the pictures, the inmates create
Is some miraculous work.
For they have got all the time for them and nothing else matters.
The warm soft artwork in the visiting room,
Of waterfalls and mountains in the forest
Hang on the side wall
For all their families to see their work.
How happy the offenders look
To walk so free behind the prison walls.
For they are not cooped up behind the cell doors
Like people may think.
So much to do behind the prison walls
There is art classes, recycling, and dads’ groups
From one end to another.
Paint shops, craft room, to the leather makers
What you or I would never imagine
Happen behind the prison walls.