Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Morning Walk

I take a morning walk in fog.

Around the meadow I do go,

Walking long the fence of log,

Nearing familiar sights to show.

And now an old friend I do see,

Across the fence on neighbor's land.

I think it's a river birch tree.

Always so graceful it does stand,

Its branches waving in the breeze.

I feel it deems me as a friend,

And approaching it guarantees

My morning walk's close to an end.

It is a lovely morning roam,

Some time away, then back to home.