Midnight Sun
This poem was written around the same time I was finishing up the 1st version of the Scenic High Falls. I was falling asleep one night and the idea hit me and the poem starting forming on it`s own.
This poem is dedicated to all poets.
Up north,
for six whole months,
there is sun.
And then the world turns,
and for uix whole months,
there is no sun.
For six whole months,
there is no sun,
until the world turns,
and for six whole months,
there is sun.
For six whole months,
there is sun,
until the world turns,
again.
-Jen Marsh
©1999
