Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 In the Meadow

In a mountain meadow we met

In springtime with the grass so green.

The two of us choosing to let

Nature take its course 'twixt and 'tween,

As we laid in the soft, sweet grass,

Feeling a gentle breeze blow by,

Watching the puffy white clouds pass

In a sunny bright lit blue sky,

And all around the mountains be

Magnificent in towered grace,

Giving sense of comfort as we

Enjoyed ourselves in time and place.

Meeting in the mountain meadow,

Romance 'twixt and 'tween buck and doe.