Add an s to my end, and I’m an OG cartoon character from the Stone Age. Add a sandy destination to my end, instead, and I become a world-famous golf course in the Golden State. If I’m trapped inside your shoe, I’m endlessly annoying. Flat versions of me are perfect for skipping across water. By definition, I measure somewhere between four and sixty-four millimeters in size. What am I?

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.

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.

Sometimes when you look at me, you see yourself, sometimes you see into me, I am often fresh but sometimes salty, Beneath my surface is another world of animals and plants, I am bounded all around by land