Old Farm House

Sleep does not come
in the upstairs bedroom
of the farm house, with
it's slanted ceilings a
single light bulb overhead
the stifling heat laying by
the window, not a breeze
to be felt, beads of sweat
sinking into the sheets,
praying for a breath of
cool air. falling to sleep
out of exhaustion only to
wake up in a few minutes
feeling the humidity upon
waking even though a
shower had been taken
not that long ago.  these nights
and days of humid weather,
thunder and lightning with
no rain, the memories of
the old farm house have
left only warm, wonderful
times of a child's past.