In the drive to join in every wordle ,
words and images are planted willy nilly
here and there. I shall make no excuses
To begin the trip:
The Northeast wind stings my skin
with hail as I trample the upland turf,
kneading the peat with clumsy boots
and Nordic poles, head down, eyes half closed.
I curse the day I joined the rambling club.
Why don’t I just go for a stroll
down in the valley instead?
As usual, I used all but one or the words. You’ll find other
masochists wordlers here.