#200!
How fitting that my 200th post should honor the first poet I read on my own as a small child (after having A Child's Garden of Verses read to me before I could read it myself.) Happy Birthday, Robert Louis Stevenson!
"This is the verse you grave for me:
'Here he lies where he longed to be;
Here is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.'"
"This is the verse you grave for me:
'Here he lies where he longed to be;
Here is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.'"