Stone Walls Sometimes a Prison Make What might have happened once in Carolina To folks whose only wish was for some peace Is commonplace within the Wall of China, Where persons are abused without surcease. A so-called government that treats its people Like livestock destined for the autumn slaughter Will generate excuses that are feeble, Without the slightest care for son or daughter Deprived of human rights, there is no doubt. We wonder why that Wall, so tall and wide, Was ever built: To keep invaders out? Or keep the true barbarians inside? Praise for the Mother of Summer The same thing happens every spring: The daffodils awaken wonder As they show off their golden bling, And episodes of rolling thunder Begin to cause our ears to ring; The pall of winter’s torn asunder As light infuses everything, And rising forces put us under Persephone’s compelling spell. In every clime there is a kernel Of beneficial truth to tell Regarding the essential vernal, In which all creatures fare so well. The rites of springtime are eternal, Their quickening power nonpareil, As I have noted in my journal. C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press.