Friday, March 4, 2011

the poem

all right everyone here it is the poem.or at least part of it.in moden day the miracle has struk again tow hearts one from irlands emrand shores.and one from englands teemins streets become as one.one in heart,mind and soul.one in work,joy and pain.one in spirt,life,and love no endless sky.no dearly lenth of lonely days.can separite what is divinely one.so there it is for your reading plesure.

1 comment:

Anelie said...

Oh Erica, you warm my heart. Keep up the posting, we're all loving it. You're pretty quiet most of the time but when you do same something, BAM, it's deep.