1. THE ARRIVAL

Passing hearts, hair at long.
At home not for long.
When they left by rail and air
To a different mind affair.

The first shout,
The first tremble.
All hearts are humble
As they took their first shot
From weary faces of hope.
Stronger grew the friends
And the group.

How then friend we call pain
And claim life is in vain.
When we took our first born feet
Of self-discipline down the street.

06/12/1990