Thanks Yanks
The first black man I ever saw
Came up the stairs from my front door
There were two of them and they were tall
with Dad behind they filled the hall
Carrying bags that were bigger’ n me
And I was three feet four
They slept that night in my big bed
An I slept with mum an’ dad instead
The next day they went off to war
But I never forgot the night before
When they sat and ate and laughed at me
Timidly touching his face
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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