The morning fog
- White and dense -
Comes creeping in
Through the garden fence.
Over the grass,
Over the lane,
All the way -
To my window pane.
Gone is our garden,
With the old oak tree;
A sea of white
Is all I see.
In my imagination,
My bed is a boat.
I open the window,
And I go afloat.
Smoothly I sail
On the foggy sea -
With my doll and my teddy
For company.
I am the captain,
They are my crew.
We're headed for a land -
No one ever knew.
The sea is calm,
All is going well.
The life of an explorer
Is really swell.
But then, just as I see
My destination loom,
Out comes the sun -
And I'm shipwrecked in my room!
An Adventure On A Foggy Morning
Morning Fog
Published: November 28, 2020
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