Another little piece of my world

Testing what does this do, lost in cyberspace, is this the same as a trackback no matter I have yet to figure those out too? Hmmmmm, lost in cyberworld, wondering who will find this, where will it end up.

Poem for Chris Arie/Wheeler (6 yr old step nephew) written when I was 11 (29 yrs ago) the day I heard he died

The leaves were brown & dry
During life you wonder why
The trees don't last forever
And the birds shall one day die
Noone knows the actual reason
Some are sure that life is treason

For death it has no season

RIP