Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rendezvous

Just him and me left on the farm,

The 70's hippie commune

When love and peace held all the charm,

Toked from high midnight to nigh noon.

So through the years some left, some died,

But him and me, we stayed indeed.

Through good and bad we stayed pot highed.

Year after year we farmed the weed.

I'm bringing out a cup of brew.

The old V. W. shell's where

He's waiting for a sip or two,

So many fun memories there.

I know he's waiting there for us,

To get it on in the Love Bus.