fATHER JOHN GERARD POEM

The Escape

father john touched the deep damp walls in his cell. He felt the orange juice running down the paper.

He could see his terrible jailer guarding the wooden door.

HE SMELLT HIS HORRIBLE GRUB SITTING IN THE CORNER

He could taste the bitter loaf of bread.

He could hear prisoners wailing to have freedom like trapped birds. 

he felt the icy floor on his feet as he was standing.

He was just smashing time.

He saw his friend john arden

Together they made a plan.

when they were on the salt tower gerard heard a loud smash from a wave on the boat.

The priest was weak

He had not ate good grub in some time

he almost fell drowning

But made it just in time

They rowed away qu

ickly.

they were not caught.

Next thing you know

they were never seen again.