I have feet but no legs, and a back but no spine. I am a wooden path that leads nowhere, floating where the salt meets the pine. I welcome the wanderer back from the foam, Providing a tether, a gateway to home.

Nerds call me my name, my name and my name. Three other kinds of me, at risk just the same. A gunshot and brawl has brought me to fame. The answer was limited to just seven letters, what a shame...

I hit the sky, yet never leave the ground, The apex of heights, in full glory crowned. Ambition-fueled climb, few dare the time, To reach the point that crowns the climb.

I am old and grey, I am passing over this place. Yet I will stand my ground, I am willing to die in this place. But they tell me that I am making a big deal out of small things.

I start twice the same, like a stutter in thought, End with a vessel that Noah once sought. I burrow for dinner where night insects hide, With stripes on my snout and a tongue far too wide. I’m first in a book but last to be guessed. A mammal so odd I confuse every test.