A Poem by C.L. Wilson

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?

© 2008 C.L. Wilson

Author's Note

C.L. Wilson
good luck

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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?

Posted 11 Years Ago

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C.L. Wilson
C.L. Wilson

H-town, LA

first of all i suck at reviewing (or at least when it comes to detailed advice) so if you review my work i'll try my best to give you a decent review and as a note for reviewing-I really don't want re.. more..