I arrive home on Monday…thought this would be the most appropriate way to sum up my trip…through poetry. There’s really no way to describe how I feel leaving or what my time here was like anyway. Thank you all for your support, and for being part of my journey ~ Erin
I walked the roads of Russia once
When my eyes were bright
And my hair blew shining
In the cold east wind.
I was weathered by the hard terrain
And the driving gusts from the bay of the sea.
But it did not break me, this land
It did not break me.
I imagined a dawn
When rays of a gentle sun would break
upon the icy soil
And the shells of men, frozen from the bitter years…
Would crack and fall and be trampled
By the joyful steps
of children’s running feet.
