This is a a poem I found that suites this site and myself very well.

Books
Upon my shelf they stand in rows,
A city-full of human souls,
Sages, philosophers and drolls-
Good friends that everybody knows.
The drunkard shoulders with the saints;
The great are neighboring with the quaint
And they will greet me one and all
At any hour I care to call.

There's Dickens with his humble crew
That has no end of joy to give.
With all his people I can live
By moving just a foot or two.

Or should I choose to sail the sea,
Stevenson there will pilot me,
While jovial, lovable Mark Twain
Waits patiently my call again.

Sometimes a friend drops in and looks
My little sitting room around
And, in a manner most profound
Remarks: "Your shelves are lind with books!"
"Not books," I say "but people wise
And men to cling to or despise.
Vast peopled cities, calm and still;
For me to visit when I will."
-- Edgar A. Guest

I hope you've enjoyed the poem as much as I have reading it!!