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An Adventure On A Foggy Morning

When I was a kid and it was foggy, it always reminded me of an endless sea, and I fantasized about going on all kinds of adventures...

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Morning Fog

Bettina Van Vaerenbergh © more by Bettina Van Vaerenbergh

Published: November 28, 2020

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!

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