Riddle
5 October, 2005
Author: Mark Spencer
I’m on your back
I’m in your blood,
I’m in the tree,
And in the mud.
I can’t be seen,
Though sometimes heard,
But I can soar
Just like a bird.
In the river,
And in the sea,
There is no place
You can’t find me.
You’ll find me here
Or on your block.
On mountain tops,
Beneath a rock.
I’m everywhere,
That’s where I’ll be.
And when you rest,
You may find me.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Megan (67.127.54.80) -- Tuesday, October 11 2005, 05:13 am Let me know if I got it right. OK? |
candy (81.79.22.137) -- Thursday, February 16 2006, 07:22 pm it is air- the in your blood bit gives it away. |
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