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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GREEN BRAE: STAGE FOR SAN QUENTIN, by RUTH CLAY PRICE
First Line: I came here every spring to play
Last Line: But all I see is a prison wall.
Subject(s): San Quentin Prison, California
First Line: I came here every spring to play
Last Line: But all I see is a prison wall.
Subject(s): San Quentin Prison, California
I came here every spring to play,
To watch the sun on the distant bay,
Count the ferries and sharp-sailed boats,
Climb the hills of wind-silvered oats,
Pick gold poppies, pale cream-cups,
Baby-blue-eyes and Johnny-jump-ups,
Smell the mushrooms, the wild salt marsh,
Lupine sweet and tarweed harsh.
Another spring and the meadow-larks call,
But all I see is a prison wall.
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