Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Singing in the Field

Father is feeling ill today,

So I, his lassie, agreed to

Go to the field and cut the hay,

A farmer's daughter's duty due.

While I'm working I sing a song

To better help the time to pass.

A traveler happens along.

I wonder if he'll help this lass!

But I notice his hands to be

Soft and tender, and I know it,

Of not much use his helping me.

He probably is a poet.

I sing on, practicing my choice,

Next week when I go on "The Voice."