A Riddle Challenge!

April 9, 2011 by Rieshy
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Sitting in my van in front of the house where my 14 yo has choir practice, attempting to write poetry... 

Blooming dogwoods, and a flock of gorgeous heirloom chickens strutting about the green lawn in front of my windshield laughed at me.

My poem kicked and wriggled and clucked.
So I wrote a riddle instead. 


What Am I?

Bound to birthdays, round to cheer,
bound to the rungs of the dining room chair.

Attached to seat back,
dancing in ceiling-fan currents of air.

Tied to people,
precious people,
I mightn't not always stay there.



4 comments:

lesliel said...

Sounds like a balloon to me!

Brandee Shafer said...

A balloon!

Susan Tipton said...

That was fast:) You both win the amazing prize of the personal satisfaction of being right.

lesliel said...

Being right is always gratifying!

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