From an English Boy to an American girl, for the 4th of July. A Nation that produces a wonderful woman like you, can't be all bad (lol). I'll be celebrating with you tomorrow.


Where my heart is (for Judy) Repost from open 8.
            
From Blake's "satanic mills" I come
where industry first scarred this sceptre'd Isle,
Innocent of "Camberley heavy with bells"
my pores seep coal and calluses of swarf,
My mudded boots entrenched, in cobblestones and slag,
But my heart ascends through caustic clouds cocoon
to a distant shore,
'Cross Mississippi's bright ribbon
and on, through waving corns expanse
to Her,
My field of Dreams,
A daughter of pioneers who work the land
and I a son of steam and soot,
So different, so alike
our heritage of Plymouth Rock is found,
Our Future to be as one.

Olias