Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 On My Way Home

I am on my way home from school.

Basketball practice ran some late.

On time for dinner, parent's rule,

So try to head at hurried rate.

Some snow has fallen through the day,

A few inches and roads are slick.

Going's slow along the way,

But I still try to make it quick.

The day is turning into night,

Making it harder to see where

I'm going with so little light.

Oh well, home's waiting, I'll get there.

After a slippery fall, yike,

Just easier to walk my bike.