I am so sleepy that my eyes Feel like heavy rocks that hurt And ache for some sleep Sleep is broken and hard to maintain Also when you are tired you Do kooky things that you giggle at, but It drives other people mad, mad I say So this is my tired poem.

You are so warm in the spring and summer, But so deceiving in the winter frost, Snow, but still warm, it fills our hearts With love and grace, the hot beams shining On our rosy cheeks, it also seems to Be there when we are feeling blue, and low We love the warmth that comes … Continue reading Sunshine Poem: Fern Barthlette Jr.