Good Samaritan Poem by Ima Ryma

My Mom and I were driving through
The Arizona desert, when
Our truck rolled over into
A ravine. I saw a man then
Come over, and he pulled me from
The wreckage, but my Mom was dead.
Real dark and cold, it had become.
The man wore a coat, but instead,
He took it off and put it round
Me, saying that I'd be okay.
We huddled close there on the ground.
They found us early the next day.

He was arrested, they told me,
'Cause he was here illegally.