Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Their Walk

Up the hill their walk they began,

The bright sun shining in their eyes.

So the hilltop they squint to scan.

They tote a pail to fetch their prize,

Desire of which gestures them on,

In spite of facing gusty wind.

They dream of water that's upon

The hilltop in a well, walk's end.

But suddenly one does fall down.

The other erupts in laughter,

Even though one has broke his crown.

Other, she comes tumbling after.

They'd worried not, walk up that hill,

What would befall poor Jack and Jill.