The Plan: Ride at Stan's

Couldn't sleep, tried counting sheep, but only saw double ewes.

Awaiting word of where

Our weekly, wheeled wander in the woods would work,

When, what would awaken our worries?

Wildly waffling warnings of whistling winds awash with wetness

Which we wouldn’t wish to witness.

Whimpering and watching out our windows,

Wondering whether the weather would get wetter or what

Wise to withhold our wildest worries,

We warded off the worst.

We’ll wheel in Windsor, where the woods weren’t way wet.

Won’t waste more words (you’ve suffered enough):

Meet 5:45, Tuesday, at Stan & Lynn Spencer’s, 1965 Hunt Rd., Windsor