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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
6 comments:
If any of you were here earlier, my apologies. My usual source didn't come online with the new day's puzzle about 10 hours ago, and my back-up wasn't available until over an hour ago, and takes much longer to paste together. I had to solve all words before I could get the final segment, and I still haven't solved (or even read) the riddle yet.
Sherlock Holmes was expounding to Watson on lodgepole pine.
Like all trees it inhales CO2, to keep our air in line,
And then it exhales oxygen, the air we need to breathe.
So far an entity that's typical of any other of trees.
Its roots delve deep into the earth, in dirt they are sunk
To find the minerals it needs to harden its towering trunk.
It needs the clamor of falling rain, for water it can tap
To hydrate its circulation, its blood we know as sap.
A heart with initials, an emblem carved into its bark,
Mark where lovers smooched, a loving spirit to impart.
What makes the lodgepole pine so rare a tree,
Is that its seeds need fires, from their shells to free!
Air and earth and water. Spirit and fire, don't you see?
Five elements of Aristotelian school, it's an element-tree!
Owen, your poem is brilliant--and you worked in all the Jumble words and the solution beautifully. You deserve congratulations!
"Dog Star"
Irene cherished her identity
as an animal loving entity.
Every day she would fondly smooch
and play with her adorable pooch.
The pup would pant and drool,
both at home and in dog school,
where they decided to put him online
to show off his charm and his shine.
He was considered such a gem
that he became a pet emblem
that created a lot of clamor
and gave the pup new glamour.
His reputation began to harden
when he was shown in a garden
sitting on Irene's knee
under a lemon tree.
The picture worked like an element
that people to shelters sent
to adopt an adorable dog
who would be featured on their blog.
Please don't worry, Owen, if your sources slow you down or for any reason you need to post late.
We are always grateful that you take the care and time to post this page AT ALL.
I quite enjoyed your poem. You use real art in guiding us to appreciate the magnificent processes that bring life to these arboresque giants and that sustain them, often through centuries of growth.
That you end on a sweet wordplay is just extra gravy.
~ OMK
I'll keep my fingers crossed that we'll get Own, Ol' Man Keith, and Wilbur poems tomorrow---wouldn't that get our week off to a terrific start!
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