My favorite began with star, and took us out of this world. Scary to some, yet I may be the only way forward. I keep things out, until someone lets them in. What waits beyond me is anybody's guess.

I sit beside the river flow, I also make your savings grow. One holds water, one holds cash, Same word, two jobs in a flash.

I sketch on the sidewalk, I write on the board, but press me too hard and I’ll screech in discord.

On school days, it's smooth as silk, a clean start with no guilt. From chalk dust, tales do sprout and grow, where minds wander to and fro.

Sounds like an aphrodisiac for those that live at a monastery