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Riddle


I don’t live on the waving sea, But I wave on land as far as eye can see. I am the shade from summer’s sun, The shining stock on a hunter’s gun. I’m the match that lights the fire, Keep me fed and I won’t expire. Use my heat from the hearth so bright, Warming your cabin on a cold winter’s night. Scoreboard pads and high school notes Stand in line to get my votes. Notebook paper is a great invention; It came from me, need I mention? The dining room table serves you eat, Under which you place your feet. From my cradle a little boy fell, Who am I, O won’t you tell? A tiny toothpick is not too small, Nor a telephone pole a bit too tall. I serve mankind in many ways, So use me wisely, is my closing phrase.

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  1. Date: 1/19/2012 8:53:00 AM

    This one slipped by without a title. It is now titled "Riddle." It was inspired by a visit to Forest Heritage Center near Broken Bow, OK in 1994. It was published in their newspaper in 1997 under the title of Toothpick or Pole, What am I Whole?

  1. Date: 8/4/2011 11:55:00 AM

    lovely ryming and a good poem, excellent write, strange subject , but it works