Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Avenue

An old eccentric farmer, I

Was thought of in my neighborhood,

'Cause along the road that went by

My farm I started something good.

A row of apple trees each side

That from the seeds began to grow,

I cared for ev'ry tree with pride

Through seasons come and seasons go.

When fully grown the trees did make

A wondrous tunnel of delight.

Fav'rite was when each spring would break

With the trees flowered all in white.

My apple trees still bloom, they do,

White way delight - The Avenue.