Splashing About

*** This poem is most suited to being sung to a little tune that you make up. I have my own. I...

Little hunter in the bushes Mighty tiger in his mind Hunting, stalking, stealthy, . . . Crawls Sharply tuned and wild eyed...

You swim through my soul silently pulling me to a place so still I forget that you are you and I am...

Just keep your wits about you and sail your ship. Swab the deck when it’s time to swab the deck. Hoist a...

Yes, these related words appeared in the puzzle from blind draws in my morning solitairy letter tile crossword. It’s always fun to see...

Down soft white blanket covering the land sends me walking late afternoon in frigid temps not seen in almost a hundred years...