Weekly What? Week 10 Revision

After my Test Group A was unable to precisely solve this riddle, I have revisioned this riddle and reissued it to Test Groups A and issued it to Group B as well.

A child sits in his chair, 
Patiently waiting for food. 
Once he gets his meal there, 
He picks up his mighty spoon.

He takes a bite or two, 
Though seems a bit distracted.
It is not but very soon
His hunger’s redirected.

With bare hands he digs in;
Molding mountains and lakes. 
A house, a valley, a rocket ship:
All, out of food, he makes.

The rocket’s trajectory, 
The house’s foundation, 
The tectonics factory, 
All begin as a notion.

The rocket launches up! 
A man comes from the house. 
The rivers flow backwards. 
Facts and physics are oust.

With spoon in hand, again, 
He devours all his meal. 
Later, he ponders what he made, 
Dreaming to make it real.

Here is a riddle for only you;
Of answers, there are but three:
Who is the boy, what is his food, 
And what has he found while eating?

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Weekly What? Week 10

Alright, here’s another riddle. I’m still playing catchup, so hopefully I can crank out another soon. Also, if you missed the answer to the last riddle, it’s in the previous post’s comments.

A child sits in his chair, 
Patiently waiting for food. 
Once he gets his meal there, 
He picks up his mighty spoon.

He takes a bite or two, 
Though seems a bit distracted.
It is not but very soon
His hunger’s redirected.

With bare hands he digs in;
Molding mountains and lakes. 
A house, a valley, a rocket ship:
All, out of food, he makes.

Here is a riddle for only you;
Of answers, there are but three:
Who is the boy, what is his food, 
And what has he been doing?

UPDATE:
See the next post for a revised version of this riddle!

Missing the Most

Moving fast down the highway six-lane, 
Cars whizzing by like runaway freight trains;
Going to work, heading to class;
Everyone’s living just a little too fast.

Memories pass and peep through the cracks;
Times long ago, like a blast from the past. 
Brisk fall mornings, rainy afternoons;
All those feelings always pass too soon…

Voices in my head from my young, old friends, 
Playin’ outside in the fields and the woods, 
Yellin’ and hollerin’ just because we could;
No one ever cared ’cause we were just kids.

Sitting on the couch, me and my family, 
Dad reads the Bible, everybody’s listening. 
Dim yellow light and a pitch-black night, 
But we’re nice and warm by the fire inside.

Here I stand in this busy old world, 
Dreaming about all those times long ago. 
Wish I could live every moment again, 
Slow it way down like a 3-day weekend…

Do you remember? How could you forget,
Those simpler days when a kid was a kid?
I’m not saying that I wanna take it back,
What I’m saying is I wanna live like that.

Live like a kid who’s playing in the rain…
Love like a child loves trolleys and trains…
Learn to see the wonders through the picture frame
Of a little one’s eyes, where nothing is plain…

Add to this or send me suggestions if you think about it. This one is a work in progress.

Colorful Faces

Some people have very colorful personalities.

Some people have very colorful personalities.

As we race through life, doing what we can,

We fail to slow down, to see God’s hand.

The world around us is full of odd sights,

But the best are here, right in front of our eyes.

The best of creation, the most beautiful sight,

Is the face of a person, the face of a child.

Nothing can add to it’s lovely design,

Not makeup, nor rainbows, not even sunshine.