Never been much for swimming
My style likened to that of a log
Don’t know what I was thinking
When I dove into my own murky blog.
The waters finally cleared some
I floated and began to look around
Saw a blog isn’t so boggy and scare-some
Well, let me tell you just what I found.
I was first picked up by some buckaroos
Who taught me more refined strokes
Finer teachers I couldn’t choose
They introduced me to other fine folks.
Like Florida waterways connected
By rivers, creeks and canals
I found that many blogs intersected
And met even more swimming pals.
I stopped being a bump on a log and
Bumped into friendly folks so kind
Who helped me figure out this blog-land,
Gave gifts of their space and their time.
And now I’m swimming at Write Stuff
In Marcia’s resplendent lagoon
so come on by for a swim often
and then return again real soon.
Hi. I found Marcia’s hide-a-key, so may be showing up here now and again. I look forward to spending some time here with you and would enjoy interacting with the wonderful people that come by, but sometimes may have to just drop something off and then off to work or sleep, or both. If I am slow to respond it is not because I don’t appreciate your comments, it’s just life. But you know this lagoon. Come on in, the water is
(I did that on purpose; adjectify your own water)