Strangers.

Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem Strangers. I wrote this after hearing some people that should have known better calling these strangers dirt. They should not be let into the country etcetera, I became friendly with the father of this small family and what do you know he was a fully fledged Doctor in his own right.How many come or go to a strange country through warfare, through poverty,and many other troubles. No one who has left the country of their birth ever forgets it I am a living example of this.bern Longings I long for the smells of the countryside, The blossoms and flowers so bright. My disappointments I try to hide, 'Till England's shores come into sight. I have made my home abroad you know, In a Forest filled mountain land. Life's pace is now very slow, But the scenery is just grand. I still yearn for the Green Downs, In Kent's Garden filled with Fruits The wooded hills are wearing gowns, Of autumn coloured suits. Soon will come the time of Snow, The Mountains clean, covered in white, Time for the Austrian Crows, To complain of their hungry plight. I may dream of my home town, Dartford, Lying huddled in the north of Kent. But here I must stay I gave my word, A promise can never be rent. © Bernard Shaw