I have four arms but no hands, and I spend my life standing still while running in circles. I eat nothing but air, yet I crush grains into powder. Instead of pumping iron, I can pump water. I am often mistaken for a giant by those who tilt at me. What am I?

In the breeze, I dance with flair, A symbol tall in open air. From nations proud to pirates bold, My colors tell stories untold.

The day after tomorrow. First used in fifteen thirty five.

A band Probably no one ever asked to come sail away on this river, though Achilles was dipped in it at birth. Greek gods swore by this goddess.

Baked by heat On burning sands In ancient land A mystery stands It stands alone To watch the sun And dream of all It's seen undone