Curved like a question, quiet as can be, I wait in the dark for what’s layered on me. Naked I’m nothing, just wire or wood, But I carry your style like only I could. What am I?

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.

In some hands a weapon, stronger than any blade A marvelous invention, one of the best ever made A variety of dreams can I create, And yet with different meaning I enclose with a gate. What am I?

Born with a brother, yet alone I stand. Among all the earth, I prefer the land. I speak with tongues but make no sound, My skin is worn where paths are found. I leave my mark, then fade from view, Where I am, there you are too.

Born for the sea, I snare the prize. I hold the catch without a hook. Reborn on legs to tease the eyes, Wear me, I’ll turn heads to look.