There are several other Jumble blogs, but the ones I checked all started off by listing the answers. In this blog, answers can be either hinted at or masked by burying them in comments. No overt spoilers!
All hints are in the comments!
All hints are in the comments!
Monday, November 26, 2018
Nov. 26, 2018
|| || lofty, savor, decent, uphill, little "horse".
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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William had not far to go, not as the crow flies, no. But between his position and the town he would save Inconsiderate mountains had decided to grow! And to scale them would be a chore for the brave!
The lofty peaks were savored by those who dwelt below, They inspired an awe of creation! But to William they inspired naught but exhaustion and woe! The message he carried would have to be patient!
With little to do but bemoan his fate, William began up the hill. The path was rugged but marked and true. He urged his horse on the stony grade climbing with a will. To where the ground had snow as dew.
The descent was easier past the pass, decent daylight was left, The message was delivered in time. Defense was ready when vandals arrived, weapon skills were deft, And victory the church-bells chimed!
My bells chimed after a fashion. I guessed each word correctly, but needed two hints on the first word of the S. Once I got the first word, the second came easily.
The jumble was easy peasy. Clues no problem, but didn't even need them for the solution, which is a pretty common joke, isn't it? At least I have heard it before.
I do like your story poems, Owen. Now, the last one was familiar. This one isn't, but it reads like it's based on a real event or perhaps a famous fictional one. Is it? I'd love to know the source if there is one.
Graves are all well and good. But how about this cheery, perhaps saccharine, little ditty, guys? A bit early, maybe, but...
It's true that in one life One can't achieve what he wishes, Or can reach his goal. It's true, fire in cold may take lives. And water drowns if it flows over head. Still, life never bans fire and water. Hope and despair dancing between sunshine and rain, Never stop us to move forward. We cry, we laugh, we fall, we rise, We hug life to say yes to death. None is foe, none is enemy, Alone we come, alone we go. Keeping a chuckle on our lips, We must say, may happiness lie everywhere, In everyone's life.... HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR Friends.
I too had to buy and sell vowels on #3. And figure out how to eat the pizza.
FLN, If one ever wanted to teach alliteration in poetry, "The Mounds of Mundberg" is a great example. I had it memorized as well as the "Dirge of Boromir".
| lofty, savor, decent, uphill, little "horse".
12 comments:
William had not far to go, not as the crow flies, no.
But between his position and the town he would save
Inconsiderate mountains had decided to grow!
And to scale them would be a chore for the brave!
The lofty peaks were savored by those who dwelt below,
They inspired an awe of creation!
But to William they inspired naught but exhaustion and woe!
The message he carried would have to be patient!
With little to do but bemoan his fate, William began up the hill.
The path was rugged but marked and true.
He urged his horse on the stony grade climbing with a will.
To where the ground had snow as dew.
The descent was easier past the pass, decent daylight was left,
The message was delivered in time.
Defense was ready when vandals arrived, weapon skills were deft,
And victory the church-bells chimed!
My bells chimed after a fashion. I guessed each word correctly, but needed two hints on the first word of the S. Once I got the first word, the second came easily.
The jumble was easy peasy. Clues no problem, but didn't even need them for the solution, which is a pretty common joke, isn't it? At least I have heard it before.
I do like your story poems, Owen. Now, the last one was familiar. This one isn't, but it reads like it's based on a real event or perhaps a famous fictional one. Is it? I'd love to know the source if there is one.
Are you familiar with Robert Browning's poem "How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix"? Here is a short comment on it, and here the lengthy but very good poem itself, far better than my weak effort. Re-reading it, I see I should have stopped two lines earlier than I did.
Wow! That was a heart-wrenching poem. Thanks for linking it.
You may prefer that one, but I like the optimistic nature of yours. And William's horse survived.
Did you ever see the film, "Hidalgo"? The horse in that film reminded me of Roland, bleeding from the nose, but happily it did survive.
I finished quickly too. Riddle fairly obvious . #4 needed work .
Now let's see Browning's take . And. .
The word "creepy" was used today at CC . Do you think This is creepy?
It's one of my favorites .
WC
No, I don't think it's creepy at all. Never did. I think it's very human
Thanks. It helped me when my mother died . I'm one of 2+2+3.
And of course there was nothing"creepy" about Sweet Carolines dedication
WC
I'll see your two graves and add one more!
Graves are all well and good. But how about this cheery, perhaps saccharine, little ditty, guys? A bit early, maybe, but...
It's true that in one life
One can't achieve what he wishes,
Or can reach his goal.
It's true, fire in cold may take lives.
And water drowns if it flows over head.
Still, life never bans fire and water.
Hope and despair dancing between sunshine and rain,
Never stop us to move forward.
We cry, we laugh, we fall, we rise,
We hug life to say yes to death.
None is foe, none is enemy,
Alone we come, alone we go.
Keeping a chuckle on our lips,
We must say, may happiness lie everywhere,
In everyone's life....
HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR Friends.
by Neela Nath Das
All that talk of graves...and bodies.
Here's one of my favorites from my favorite, JRR Tolkien
Some serious blood and gore
JRR killed off a lot in that big battle much like the many Tolkien remembered dying in WWI
WC
I too had to buy and sell vowels on #3. And figure out how to eat the pizza.
FLN, If one ever wanted to teach alliteration in poetry, "The Mounds of Mundberg" is a great example. I had it memorized as well as the "Dirge of Boromir".
WC
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