Poem.

When all the rain has faded the sky becomes clear again and the blue becomes vibrant.

When we share our joy with others, it can uplift their heart.

Oh, the great light and warmth of the sun!

Our love is basking in sunshine.

Spring time poem.

This is the beginning of all that nonsense. An idea someone had and I thought it’d be neat to try. I feel like I’ve done it differently and made it my own. I hope I have at least.

A run on a few sunny day’s… Sunday hotter than the med, 22.8 c
Monday even hotter 23.c and today I’m told even hotter again.

A short poem about the hopelessness of unemployment due to the gambling and greed of a few fat cat bankers.

It is rare to have a month of February with twenty nine days. In the word February there is the suffix Fe, which in chemistry is the symbol for Iron. It looks like France had an important influence, because it is the country of Europe which is located in the west and the shape of it is the form of an hexagon.