While a single one of these is a sight, what I am is way more tight. Peaks, valleys, foot hills abound, I'm like the ground turned upside down. If the answer still eludes, just check out the Appalachians dudes!

as it turns out, i'm an actual fruit like straw and rasp or black and blue. but i'm rare and red and a type of cran and my name might be amusing to you. call a person by my name, he'll look a fool and feel dumb. and of course i could also mean a fecal remnant stuck on your bum.

I stand in fields where green waves sway, Three silver teeth that never decay. I do not eat, yet I love hay, And toss it high in bright array. I am no trident of the sea, No table fork for you or me. I serve the hands that till the land, A simple staff with iron hand. What am I

I build your frame, but I am not wood or stone. Dogs love to chew me, and I'm buried alone. I can break, I can heal, and I'm hidden within.

I am born each morning, And die every night, You cannot catch me in your hand, I travel at the speed of light, I have no weight, but can warm your face, I have no voice, but brighten every place. What am I?