A Box Without Hinges
A box without hinges, key or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
What is it?
An egg.
(From J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit)
I Am, In Truth, A Yellow Fork
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
— Emily Dickenson
Lightning.
I Go In Hard
I go in hard.
I come out soft.
You blow me hard.
What am I?
Note: This may not be appropriate for younger ages.
Gum. What? You had another guess?
The More You Leave Behind
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Footsteps or footprints.
Sometimes I Enter With a Gong
I’m a word, six letters long,
I sometimes enter with a gong.
All in order from A to Z,
I start with the letter B.
What is the word?
Begins
It has six letters, when a meditation begins they sound the gong, and the letters are in alphabetical order.