Sense Sonnet _ Pumper

 Walking Flower

I like to walk in early morn,

When in full bloom I can be found.

Attached to moving vine I'm borne

With lots of us rooted in ground.

I do walk with many a friend,

Never sure of where I might go.

I stop my walk when morn does end,

And await next morning to show.

Sometimes I walk along a fence.

Sometimes I walk along a wall.

With each morning there's the suspense

Of what new realms await my crawl.

In glory on morn walk is me,

A morning glory flower be.