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