Trevor Mcleod Poet Quatrain

Nationality Coffee

Nationalities come
Nationalities grow
Where coffee's come
More nation's grow

To see them now
we feel they've left
What home for them
was far and blessed

So how can they
be coffee friend
To all our country's
hate at them

For leaving home
when we want too
For home a love
We stare at you

And some still know
that home is there
You can say they come
and fare

Though death for one
has you to aim
Your hate; your friend
you feel the same

When all who say
you're not alone
Know home for call
is there and own

What you will have
as loving ground
Of friend close by
and top of sound

To hear the heart
of he who says
I love you for
the ones I'm pressed

To be as home
where chairs will sit
On solid ground
with closeness pritt

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