Decorated Houses in splendor arrayed,
Scented gardens in the European breeze,
Italian Villas in sunlight cascades.
Backgrounds painted with artistic expertise,

Shadows of doubt, a lingering thought,
What is fair, in the golden air–a paradigm.
-A backward glance, too soon we’re caught.
Both blame and honor in the account of time.

With gardens lush and skies serene,
Shadows of doubt may cast their shade,
seeking sanctuary from the world’s cruel routine.
In corners dark, where fears are laid.

Motor-Flight through France, an adventurous ride,
A backward glance, yet courage clear,
we pretend that a beautiful goddess will guide,
Rising above, overcoming the fear.

Fighting France’s valor, Dunkerque to Belfort,
Soaring high, a quest for more, though strife amassed.
learning French ways and their meaning, a cultural fort.
Coast to countryside we explore despite our cast.

In pages penned with tender grace,
meanings deep in every gesture, every leap,
the Book of the Homeless finds a place,
rich and deep, the memories they keep,

whispers of love in the ancient streets,
wandering, roaming, seeking a home,
where past–and present–and future meet.
In distant shores, finding ourselves to roam.

Yet shadows of doubt still cast its shade,
A backward glance, a lingering fear,
In streets of darkness, where dreams are made,
yet courage rises, and the path is clear.

from coast to countryside, a journey vast,
we quest for more, courage blooms in fields of strife,
each moment cherished, despite our cast.
A nation’s spirit, forged in life.

So let us wander, let us roam, to find a home
where hope in harmony delves
deep through lands unknown,
in distant shores, we find ourselves.