Our Danny came back home to us <br />By Greyhound bus today. <br />The count of days was forty-six <br />Since when he went away. <br /> <br />He thumbed a ride to San Antone, <br />And hopped a freight from there. <br />He didn't have the wherewithal <br />To pay the travel fare. <br /> <br />In Granite City, Illinois, <br />He loaded railroad ties, <br />While learning pay is just reward <br />He gets because he tries. <br /> <br />He thought he'd work the summer, <br />But then he heard our plea, <br />Through one Salvation Army man, <br />Who read my poetry. <br /> <br />And so, he climbed aboard a bus, <br />He paid his fare, and then.... <br />He came back to the border <br />And his family once again. <br /> <br />Now Danny's back, and we'll have our <br />United family, <br />With love, cooperation.... and <br />Some quiet harmony. <br /> <br /> <br />(Written on June 17,1972, in Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas, Mexico.)<br /><br />Frank V. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/danny-s-home-again/
