I have four leaves, but no hands to hold. I bring good luck, or so I'm told.

From medieval fears to farmers’ woes, my shadow falls wherever it goes.

Beneath one stadium, I am a mascot. Beneath another field, I am a resident. In one hand, I prepare a blade. In another, I test a person's patience. Some know me by my stripes. Others know me by my persistence. One of my kin became famous For seeming not to care at all. Left alone, I prefer the earth. Disturbed, I become my own verb. What am I?

I have a head, but I have no brain,I have a heart, but it feels no pain.I can be an iceberg, but I sink no ship. You dress me, toss me, before I even touch your lips.

A golem of straw In fields where crops lay A guardian among corn To scare murders away