Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
Over the mountains,
Over the plains,
Over the rivers,
Here come the trains.
Carrying passengers,
Carrying mail,
Bringing their precious loads
In without fail.
Thousands of freight cars
All rushing on
Through day and darkness,
Through dusk and dawn.
Over the mountains,
Over the plains,
Over the rivers,
Here come the trains.
member poem of the day
Heaven sheds its early morning beams,
vivid hues alight on batted eyelids,
seven wonders lure our lazy senses
to an atmospheric blissful transit.
Rose-breasted grosbeak's dreamworld cheep,
a blinding spell forever cast on haunting canvass,
We wonder
as bewitching hours seem like endless daze we hear!
NB Daze is sound-alike for days.
From cryptic clues sound-alikes are indicated by expressions such as we hear, say, on air.
