Last Landfall Before Africa Poem by Guy Richard Baldwin

A FOREIGN MAN
IN A FOREIGN LAND
OF RESLESS SEA'S
AND SHIFTING SAND
OF FLOWING WINE
AND WINTER'S FINE
GOLDEN SUN
AND NEW ROOTS BEGUN
OF SLOW PACE
AND DARK FACE
OF CRUEL HAND
AND HARD DEMAND
OF BAFFELING TONGUE
TO ALL BUT THE YOUNG,
OF FAMILY
AND OLIVE TREE
OF BRIGHT LIGHTS
ON DARK SEA
OF GRILLED FISH
ON PAINTED DISH
OF LITTLE MONEY
BUT TEA WITH HONEY
AND BLACK COFFEE
WHERE ELDERS
STILL RECEIVE RESPECT
AND AGED DON'T DIE
OF WICKED NEGLECT
WHERE THE OLD 'BOYS'
PLAY 'DOMS'
AND THE LADIES
SING SAD SONGS
OF FADO
AND YOU STAY
LONG AFTER IT'S TIME
TO GO,
THIS IS THE PLACE FOR ME
AND MY FAMILY.