A surface of glistening waves is what I'm made of, sometimes to large to see the far end. Yet an ocean or sea I am not. Naturally I am filled, tho all round the year humans find a way to have fun with me.

I have no voice, yet I’m full of names. I never move, yet traffic flows on me. I can be long or short, rich or poor, Homes face me, footsteps mark me, and cities are built upon me. What am I?

Where muddy waters trap the bold, A maze of muck and tales untold. A sticky mess, where hope goes to die, Also a friend of the Family Guy.

New York, Detroit, Chicago, St Louis, New Haven, Steubenville, California, Altoona, Philadelphia, and Buffalo are just some of my style, but more likely than not you’ll still enjoy me with a smile.

A body known for being blue It’s shallow and surrounded by beautiful creatures to view. A barrier separates me from the rough sea, so you can enjoy a swim within me.