This
Writer's Vision
Its
my heart that writes the poetry
Though
my hand might hold the pen
The
words flow from the heartstrings
Speak
of you, of them, of when
It
seems that every word I write
Is
heard first in my soul
They’ve
made it past the bridge of sighs
To
the page that is their goal
Poem
by Alice C. Bateman
More
of Alice's Work can be seen at
The
Writers Voice
http://www.writers-voice.com