I am a monument frozen in time, a testament to the past. When I bleed, I raise the tide. My chilly nature holds me fast.

I’m where pirates hunt for buried gold, my mark is plainly drawn and bold. Yet call someone upset or sore, and I may describe them even more.

Some people might think that you're of your rocker if you call this game football instead of

I am a sea of grass, vast and wide, Where wind whispers secrets, secrets I hide. Few trees dare to stand, where the bison once cried.

Inside a desert so large, are those plants and surface water that I see? And it's not a mirage? Here I thought my eyes are playing tricks on me!