January.

The year is dead, qualified to be called old. Gone forever is 2011 passing on to 2012. A year of great expectations. Happy and Successful new year to all!

Days go by quickly… treasure them.

Jack Frost is unhappy with the changing climate.

A poem about last month.

A poem about a hard working father’s son, Dwight.

December is usually a very busy season with a lot of merry making and spending then come January and every thing just changes and people start suffering from the January blues which at times they affect the rest of the year.

This is a free way to get free gift cards. This way was created 2011!!

I decided to write about my strongest feelings during each month of the calender…its a short story/poem and this one was wrote on the 11/O1/11 at 19.

Hope is about expectation. There are parents who expect a baby. Tomorrow is about the future that is designed by human kind and the environment.