What could I contain that you would value?
Sun-touched, wind-worn, I hold only what you allow
Whether I am a good neighbour or a poor one
Hinges entirely on your stake in my wellbeing
My path may be circumscribed
But I am too self-contained to care for the wider world
My passage marked only by those who seek to overcome me
This is a week of small riddles and puzzles. See if you can solve them! Hat tip to Xina Marie whose Anglo-Saxon riddle songs inspired me to try my own hand at them.
For more neighbours, good or otherwise, you can read my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.