Our Danny came back home to us
By Greyhound bus today.
The count of days was forty-six
Since when he went away.
He thumbed a ride to San Antone,
And hopped a freight from there.
He didn't have the wherewithal
To pay the travel fare.
In Granite City, Illinois,
He loaded railroad ties,
While learning pay is just reward
He gets because he tries.
He thought he'd work the summer,
But then he heard our plea,
Through one Salvation Army man,
Who read my poetry.
And so, he climbed aboard a bus,
He paid his fare, and then....
He came back to the border
And his family once again.
Now Danny's back, and we'll have our
United family,
With love, cooperation.... and
Some quiet harmony.
(Written on June 17,1972, in Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas, Mexico.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another wonderful poem Frank.........and one more connection. (I could be grasping but.....the number....46 mentioned in your first stanza) My dad was born in 1946. I think your poems are great. I plan to read more! Sincerely, Mary