I stand in fields where green waves sway, Three silver teeth that never decay. I do not eat, yet I love hay, And toss it high in bright array. I am no trident of the sea, No table fork for you or me. I serve the hands that till the land, A simple staff with iron hand. What am I

I build your frame, but I am not wood or stone. Dogs love to chew me, and I'm buried alone. I can break, I can heal, and I'm hidden within.

If you send a text it can also be considered this word. Elvis once sent one in the mail and it was returned to him. It's not a just a thought it has to be written and sent. Whatapp do you use for this

These pies can have jam, but they are not sweet You can use them to help you down the street To the market and all the way home is where these lil guys like to roam. What are they?

People keep things close to me when they don’t want to show their hands. I’m perfect for those in-between weather days. I can be puffy, argyle, or bullet-proof.