Author Yahya Dukagjini The Albanians are my stock, And all my kin live by the sword. With ease, like falcons, these brave folk Forge their homes within the cliffs. This is the gift of those of Albanian stock, They are gems cached among the crags. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments