I guard the sands where secrets sleep, With lion’s strength and wisdom deep. I ask no words, yet riddles cling, To ancient stone and silent wing. Part beast, part thought, part mythic link. Name me now, what do you think?

Single, I hold drinks and food, among others. Double me to dance with your great-great-great-great-great grandmothers.

In the heartland where cornfields sway, a caucus begins the nation's say. Amidst the fields, where hawkeyes play, lies the first step of the ballot ballet.

I live by the Colt, die by the Colt. My code is law, but justice is bought. Who am I?

One of the world's oldest currencies, It has brought many a wonder and ruin concurrently. A vital substance, a binder for oaths, It has always traveled far beyond the coasts. The source of purity in many song and ballad, Ages later, we honor it still, placing it as a root for 'salary' and 'salad.'