Approximately 50 years ago, I memorized a poem which sticks with me to this very day.
Here it is for you to read:
by Robert Louis Stevenson
1850 – 1894
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie;
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you ‘grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Finished? Well then, go on over to here to hear.