| || cheep, scarf, untold, plural, all spruced up.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
All up in the spruce branches the birdies cheep
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The forest primeval, where life abounds,
And a place to cast off the stress of towns!
A camping spot in the greenwood, deep,
An idyllic place to pitch tent and sleep.
With only mosquitoes for companionship,
Or maybe a skunk into your tent will slip.
The joys of outdoors to the camper unfold,
The multitude of inconveniences untold!
Me, I'll stick to my own rooms to unfurl,
And enjoy my convenient appliances, plural!
Not a camper, I see. An eloquent ode to the joys of home rather than greenwood. I haven't been tent camping for many years; I remember many discomforts but fortunately no skunks.
ReplyDeleteThe jumble clues took a few minutes, but the needed letters showed what the first and third solution words must be, so arranging the rest into the middle word was fast and easy. Wish I knew more about specific types of trees; that's knowledge to pursue.
This is one of those solutions that popped into the ol' walnut before I even looked at the clue words.
ReplyDeleteI was luckily able to solve it while setting the table for breakfast, just about the moment I put my small juice cup in its place.
Good thing I didn't look too closely at the Jumble cartoon, as the density of the trees' greenery makes them look more like Fir trees than the type specified in the solution.
A fine poem, Owen, evoking the joys and light comedy of camping! But with a let-down--at least for me--in the end.
My family loved to do camping vacations, and I became a big hiker/camper through the first half of my life.
In those early years my parents had a large walled tent, and my brother and I shared a pup tent, and we would go to different California parks. My favorite was up by Mt. Shasta, at Castle Crags State Park.
It was right on the river.
The ONLY negative I recall is that right across the river was a railroad track on a fairly steep grade. Every other night a freight train would try running that grade, and if it was too heavy, it would fail. The failures always occurred about 3:20 a.m. The engineer would then need to back the train all the way down to the flat, build up a lot of pressure, and make another run for it.
On a bad night, he would need more than a couple of tries.
~ OMK
Had a virtual Emeriti Board meeting this morning, so no time to do a crossword puzzle. But I finally sat down with a cup of coffee and checked out the Jumble. Had trouble with one of the words and so hoped to get an Owen poem. Yay! There it was, and got me my missing word. I then solved the saying in the same way Sandy did, by putting in the small first and words, which made the middle one easy to get--even if it wasn't a fir tree.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad camping story, Ol'Man Keith. You and your family deserved wonderful nights with campfires and moon and stars in the sky and the odd meteor, and then quiet sleep in the healthy mountain air. Sorry those lovely nights got all bruised up.
I thought this was one of the tougher J's. I'm thinking it was #4 that gave you trouble, Misty. And... I had to look up #1 to see if it was a word.
ReplyDeleteOne I got down to the remaining five letters after "ed" and "up" were filled the 'other 'fir' emerged.
OMK, sounds like the not so little engine that could.
WC
Hope we'll get a poem from you tomorrow, Wilbur. I'll look forward to it. And yours, too, Owen.
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