Roving Objects Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Did you ever find something that was a mystery
to explain… something that makes you say humm…
An appearance of an object that is out of place
Here is not its home… just where did it come from

My backyard is a place where things appear
Several baseballs have strayed beyond the mitt
A yellow frisbee has made an unplanned landing
The origin of the roving is not clear I must admit

No one has scaled the fence to search or inquire
The objects remain unclaimed…they must be a gift
Of course it stands to reason…some nameless kids
have distanced a hefty hit…and overpowered a lift

9/8/2010