Poem at 1AM Poetry We alternate who has to get up When Noah wakes in the middle of the night Down to one time at last I thought it would be good to write a poem As I sit here in the dark Thinking about the meadow lark Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related