[tabby title="Poem"] Of all the places in the world most dearWhere faces shine bright and hearths are at peaceWhere the trees and stones to my heart most nearAll roads lead to home, where all sorrows cease The smells and sounds...

[tabby title="Poem"] How frail is lifeHow sweet is youthBut speeds away; the bitter truthI hold off inner strife The fire still burnsAt times it is dimMy thoughts turn grimThe heart still yearns Time rolls pastHer hands reach outAll end to...