The day was warm and sunny with scarcely any breeze <br />He stood out of the sunshine in the cool shade of the trees <br />A dark, brown eyed man trim and athletic looking well over two metres tall <br />The white people standing near him to say the least seemed small. <br /> <br />The sad look of nostalgia was in his dark brown eyes <br />Perhaps his distant village in Sudan he often visualize <br />As it was before the war began and he was forced to flee <br />And arrive in this great Country as a boat refugee. <br /> <br />His kindred back in Sudan he wonders where are they <br />He has not seen them since they fled their looted village from them he lives far today <br />A victim of sad circumstance one of the boat refugees <br />Yet there was something noble about the tall Sudanese. <br /> <br />A life this far from his Homeland is something he had not planned <br />Our ways and different culture to his for him hard to understand <br />And yet you won't find many who are quite as brave as he <br />To get this far from his Homeland many hard times he did see. <br /> <br />The rock band in the sunshine in the town park echoed loud <br />In the shade the dark man stood there the tallest in the crowd <br />The day was warm and sunny around 28 degrees <br />But the one face I remember belong to a Sudanese.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sudanese/
