I have not been back 

for twenty-five years.

I am descending slowly 

down the stairs.

The train is leaving……

with my friends;

my knees are shaking……

it never ends.

Will they come and take me, 

I wonder-here?

As I watch a young man 

sipping his beer.

I start walking slowly……

down the platform;

waiting for that 

strange dark storm.

But than I come to my senses, 

and think of the light which

has been with me always-

bright and white.

If I stand up straight and 

go through that gate,

the light will protect me, 

even if it’s late.

To find my brother-

(I don’t know if he lives.)

the life that takes and gives.

To meet my friends today or tomorrow, 

my waiting ends.

When I found my brother, and my friends too,

they didn’t know what to do;

I have changed not;

but they have a lot.

Astonished with this find;

all so imbedded in my mind.

This land is no longer mine;

now for another I hold the line.

Canada is my Homeland.