I flow from here to there, mostly freshwater, with little salt to bear. I start at one source and move to another body, with lots of things branching off.

I’m great in China, I’m divisive in Germany, And I’ll make America great again?

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 sit in a cave, aging to perfection, Dressed in cloth or wax for my protection. I can be sharp as a tack or smooth and mild, A favorite of mice, a man, and a child. From Somerset’s hills, my name was born, Now melted on burgers or shredded on corn. I’m gold or white, a savory treat, But I'm not a fruit, a veggie, or meat.

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.