The poetry of Sarah Palin.

Written by nobody
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Photo submitted by Cassie88 While you were sleeping, I studied your face. So strong, yet so gentle, A loving embrace. And when you awoke, And you opened your eyes, I felt like a WINNER, and YOU were my PRIZE. Not silver. Not plated. But, pure shining GOLD. Like sun in my pocket, A TREASURE to hold. I carry it with me, A scene in my head, A dream of Obama, Asleep in my bed.