Riddle

Riddle

A Poem by Allen S. Thomas

Out of the sky comes something cold,
Out of a warrior is something bold,

Out of a hive is something sweet,
We all have it, you and me.

Its inside them, its all around,
Its inside us, safe and sound.

We all have it to help us out,
I wonder if you can figure it out, 
Have i stumped you?

What am I?

Answer: Our Spirit

© 2010 Allen S. Thomas


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I read this because the title reminded me of the Nik Kershaw song "The Riddle". Expecting to be confused, I have mixed feelings about being given the answer, but it makes sense now that I have it.

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