Poem: Twelve Hours

I go to bed
Turning around
There at the foot
I lay my head
On doggie’s paws
She cleans my face
To let me know
That I am loved

I turn again
My pillowed mind
Set free to roam
To dream of things
That yet will be,
Or might have been
Deciphering what
Awaits for me

The morning calls
Me to my feet
I say my prayers
Stumbling about
I dress and eat
Waiting outside
A foggy future

About Louis William Rose

“I am an advocate for Liberty. What I do for Liberty I do not do for profit or fame. I seek no office other than the office of parliamentarian, and no reward other than for myself and my fellow men and women to live in a free country.” Louis William Rose is a lifelong student of parliamentary procedure and political process. He has served as parliamentarian for various organizations. A political philosopher, poet, singer, and writer, his articles have been published on-line and in pro-liberty papers in Florida, Kentucky, Georgia, and Montana. He holds a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from the University of North Florida, graduating summa cum laude in 2004, with an additional two years of graduate work in political philosophy. Mr. Rose is an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech, association, religion, individual rights to personal defense and property, and of republican, constitutional forms of government. He is married to the lovely Jamy Sue Rose, an award winning nature photographer and a Florida Master Naturalist and guide. He has two sons, Edward, a hydroponic farmer in the panhandle of Florida, and Alexander, a successful real estate developer.
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1 Response to Poem: Twelve Hours

  1. MissCaron says:

    Lovely. At this point in my pregnancy I really wish I could get some good sleep! Also, if I let Jethro in bed his giant legs would push me out. HAHA.

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