She recited two poems at the garden party.
This is the one that I liked best.
The wind roared the sea raged.
A boat held in it's icy grip.
We are lost cried out the men.
Black clouds ruled the sky.
No light shone from the silver moon.
The men fell to their knees'.
Hands clasped in prayer.
Crying out with one voice,
Forgive us our sins oh sweet lord
Only you can save us now.
Their lord and master
Stretched out his hand.
In his mercy he calmed the storm.
Black clouds rolled back.
Light from the moon shone down,
Guiding them safely into their harbour home.