Each alveolus in my lungs
Is soaking clean air from the sun.
For just one hour I had been free
After that heavy door closed on me.
Gone the smell of prison air
Like the graveyard mists, who cares?
Outside the walls the chestnuts thrive
Extension of branches prove they’re alive
Withstanding the porcupine needle flashes
From thunderous skies the lightening crashes.
Never again will I work in this den
For me my action is decided then
I am going off home to feed my free hens!
Retirement at last!
I smile. I shiver.
by Michael Healy