Friday we plan a trip to see Alton,
Way up by the Georgia line,
A four hour trip of road and speed,
Rest stops and sun among the trees--
It will be a joy so see our son,
Yet a little sadness will cloud the fun,
For razor sharp fences and steel doors,
Make severe security number one,
A gated community without the glitz,
Fortified to keep inmates in, the public out,
--A twisted haven that chills the marrow,
