I am related to venice, but I am not a canoe. People often enjoy scenic rides with me.

The first place the sun touches every day. The king of horror was born by my bay. My lighthouses shine over rocky seas, Where lobsters wander as they please.

From time to time I break banks, but I am no thief. Where I meet my betters, a homonym of wealth, and where there many of me, a pooling of resources. If I appear still, beware. What am I?

I carry no weapons, yet break through the stone, patient as time, I carve on my own. You’ll find me in valleys, in canyons I speak. Soft on the surface, my power runs deep. I mirror the sky and swallow the rain; a giver of life, now tell me my name.

Of seven my size is unmatched Stretching from Asia’s coast to Cali’s shore With me many people have swam and splashed The deepest trench is one I bore