Where dreams are forged in stone, and dragons might have flown. Home to knights and tales of old, standing proud, majestic and bold.

Monopoly may not feature me But once I was considered high fashion. Rich Uncle Pennybags might be missing out on the fun!

I sail the seas with treasure so grand, A mighty ship from a distant land. Pirates seek me, a ship of old, With sails full of riches, and stories bold. What am I?

I have four arms but no hands, and I spend my life standing still while running in circles. I eat nothing but air, yet I crush grains into powder. Instead of pumping iron, I can pump water. I am often mistaken for a giant by those who tilt at me. What am I?

In the breeze, I dance with flair, A symbol tall in open air. From nations proud to pirates bold, My colors tell stories untold.