Where sand whispers secrets old, of treasures lost and pirates bold. No man is an island and neither am i, but you are sure to find me nearby.

In the sands where secrets sleep, A marvel of ingenuity rises steep. An ancient wonder, if you please-a, Some of the most famous are in Giza.

I’m the edge of the street where your journey might pause, A place to look both ways, find adventure's cause.

Guardians of vessels, their mighty shield, Where waves crash and secrets are sealed. My first part a place where ships find berth, My second a divider, made of stone, brick, wood or earth.

I have a mouth but I don't eat. I have a bed but I don't sleep