A solitary giant, standing tall and silent, guardian of stories untold, carved by time's steady hand, unmoved by the waves of change.

People climb me because I’m there. I guess I’m OK with that as long as you don’t leave any garbage on me.

It's a trunk in the States Not so in the UK Or for your foot, comes in mates To keep dry and winter at bay

When you combine the name of city in Ireland and the precursor to driver, you get my name. What am I?

I can be supportive or divisive - I separate people or keep them together. You can add fire to me but I'm not flammable. I'm sometimes famous for things like being Great or being covered with gum.