<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387874" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>House Made Of Stone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the cell door slams shut! <br>staring through the barred window, <br>he can make out a lone crow<br>flying just over the treetops....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">can feel the sunlight turning<br>the wheel, as seasons change.<br>can hear the big trucks<br>out on the interstate...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lying back on his bunk, <br>he closes his eyes....<br>can feel his spirit leaving<br>his beaten body behind....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">turning back time, and years, <br>and most of all, choices....<br>back before the cars, the whores, <br>the dope, the money, and the guns....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he can see his mother<br>washing clothes in the sink.<br>can taste the beans, the cornbread, <br>can hear her reading her Bible....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">can see the hope drenched walls<br>that poverty closed them in with....<br>and the keys... the books, the faith, <br>the code of living and giving....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">choices... shadows and fire, <br>roaches on the floor....<br>dignity or power; and those eyes<br>that followed every move he made...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lone crow flying into the distance, <br>smaller and smaller, almost gone.<br>the part of him so real he'd forgotten, <br>lost to the hammer and chains....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and a house made of stone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387874" data-title="House Made Of Stone de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the cell door slams shut! staring through the barred window, he can make out a lone crow flying just over the treetops.... can feel the sunlight turning the wheel, as seasons change. can hear the big trucks out on the interstate... lying back ..."></div> </div> </div>

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