It Is Hate
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isn’t hate.
Hatred.
By Sef Daystrom
Ten White Man On A Dirt Road
Ten white men standing on a dirt road.
Killed by three eyes as black as night.
What happened?
Someone bowled a strike. The ten white men are the pins, the dirt road is the bowling alley (it’s not dirt, but it’s the color of dirt, and if it said a smooth wooden alley it wouldn’t be much of a riddle). Three eyes as black as night are the finger holes in the bowling ball.
Take Away All My Letters
Take away my first letter and I remain the same. Take away my last letter and I remain unchanged. Remove all my letters and I’m still me.
What am I?
A mail carrier. Letters in this sense are envelopes rather than the letters of the alphabet.
In the Sky But Also the Ground
I am in the sky but also in the ground. When you study me, no matter how long, I will always end with an f. I may be in your yard but not in your house. What am I?
A leaf.
Son of Water
You eat something you neither plant nor plow.
It is the son of water, but if water touches it, it dies.
Salt. It comes from saltwater but salt melts ice (the solid form of water).
Do Not Begrudge This
Do not begrude this,
For it is the fate of every man.
Yet it is feared,
And shunned in many lands.
Causes problems, and sometimes gaps,
Can hobble the strongest, and make memory laps.
What is this danger we all face?
For being a part – of the human race.
Growing old.