| Four thousand miles he left behind To start a brand new life. He brought with him no parents Or no friends or loving wife. Alone he faced the challenge... There was no one by his side; A mere young man of seventeen With dreams and fears and pride. The first few years were very hard... So many things to learn: New language and new customs And new jobs his way to earn. The dawn was hard to face some days, But he was proud and strong, And if he bravely held his ground He knew he could belong. At times he ached to go back home Where he unalien felt; But somehow days grew shorter As with each new force he dealt. It wasn't long before he knew The customs of the land And five years later love was his Bound with a wedding band. The struggle then seemed half as hard With someone now to share His dreams and problems day by day With understanding care. No longer was his former land The one for which he'd long. He'd found his home in Canada A place he could belong. He's proud to be Canadian. He longs no more to roam. He's grateful for this chance to say, "This Canada's my home!" Copyright by Barbara A. Duits 1998 |
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| (A tribute to my husband) |
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