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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A Riddle

My black-streaked, white fingers
reach toward the sky.
Take a ride: I sway and
bend...  What am I?
Clothed in summer,
in winter, bare,
torn into scrolls,
tear by tear.

Who am I?
                         (a white birch tree)

3 comments:

  1. Oh Oh Pick Me Pick Me.

    I am a TREE. Am I right?

    Lisa
    InspiredbyLisa

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  2. See the answer in gray against
    the green bar below the poem!

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