Like a weapon not held in a hand, That stabs the hands that tried. Like armor that's worn all the time, In fields and forests worldwide. Taken as an act of mercy, From one who has his pride. What am I?
My age no longer sits on a calendar. I function when needed thats if my hands have not given up. A landmark and even a part of history. What am I?
Like a soft crystal ball that's been soaked in the brine, No mystical powers, yet reads all the signs, Has a ring not of gold that can grow in the night And reduces in size in the warm noonday light. What am I?
I am a bean; I am very lean. I am not fat; I am sure of that. Like all beans, I am small and round; but unlike others, I dont grow in the ground. What kind of bean am I?
I snap but I am not a twig . I have armor but I am not a knight. I have a mobile home but I dont live in a trailer park . I am hard but soft at the same time. I am sharp. I am as fast as a rock rolling up a hill. What am I?
