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This is a poem that I thought would make a good riddle. I wont post the actual name of the poem (which gives the answer) until somone figures it out or when I just feel like it.

 

What do I think of humans?

Well, that is a hard question to answer

 

I envy them mostly, with their freedom and all

Freedom to go about at they do so easily

 

I can only be moved by some other force

As long as their something to kick or lift me

 

If I’m lucky can make it across the street before dawn

Or, if I’m ill fated, fall into a pond for the tide to bury

 

But people can swim and run and play on my mother

While she makes me sit in one spot for days at a time

 

What am I?

Author's Note

good luck

Reviews

[B. E. Ashley]

Well, Im befuddled as to what it is... I think it must be something we can't actually touch... I thought...maybe 'time' or 'nature' or something abstract.. what a puzzle you have left! Very ingenius...has anyone answered correctly?