Saturday evening, before most of us climb into bed, we'll be springing our clocks forward. Yes, this means more daylight, but as for Sunday morning, it will mean less sleep. This dilemma inspired this week's poem.
Time Change
Time to spring
ahead one hour.
But when I wake,
I'll feel quite sour.
Thou there's more light
when the clock leaps,
I really just want
more time to sleep!
Copyright March 5, 2019 Kimberly M. Hutmacher
Speaking of clocks, we have a new vlog on the topic of clocks and calendars posted over at STEAM Powered Poetry. Be sure to check it out.
For those of you who subscribe, the Poetry Friday article so many of you graciously helped with, is in this month's issue of Children's Book Insider. In the article side bar, I linked to the blogs of everyone who offered contributions. My eternal gratitude and thanks to all of you.
