“Riddle Under Foot” (Poem, 52 Make-up Week 16)

“Riddle Under Foot” (Poem, 52 Make-up Week 16) April 30, 2017

Running behind in posting these, but the creativity continues. Last Sunday I met with my old poetry companions and someone suggested that we each write a riddle poem.

They scatter me
and then cut me down
but I rise again

Bury me in the snow
flood me with the rain
burn me in the sun
still I persevere
and come back

The law tells you to keep off of me
but I really don’t mind
so long as you’re gentle

You can trample me
but not defeat me

I’m the journey-work of the stars
and the hair of graves
(says Uncle Walt)

Under your feet
but supporting your every breath

Public domain image by George Hodan
Public domain image by George Hodan
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