Newfies Abroad

Look at the old picture of charcoal and grey ghosts

The Newfie regiment in Egypt, 1913

Grins cracked wide, not knowing they would never return

To the icy rock bosom that sired them

None of the stiffness or pretension from paintings of Napoleon’s troops

Even native guides and porters beaming around them

You know you’ve seen Newfies abroad

When you see them at the center of a party

English teachers in Asia, present day

Talking a blue streak, not knowing they might never return

To the icy rock bosom that sired them

Playing out conversation like a ball between one and all

Even dragging quiet ones from their shells

You know you’ve seen Newfies abroad

When you see one having crimson hibiscus tea inside a stall

Luxor market, present day

Whispering and chuckling, knowing he will never return

To the icy rock bosom that sired him

Not turning up his nose at the humble Egyptian hospitality as tourists do

Even sharing tea and talk with a jilbab clad merchant

You know you’ve seen a Newfie abroad