The Fog In The Morn........

           As the fog slowly rolls in,

              Milkish and thick.

                     She greets us in the morning,

             With a sweet dewy kiss.

      Some don't like her, The Fog in the Morn...........

             When she is a wall, Sailors use horns.

                            She slows the pace,

                       For life is a race.

             Be Careful,  The Fog in the Morn.............