I guard your toes from mud and rain, March through puddles without complaint. On farms I rule, in armies too, Sometimes I’m kicked when dreams fall through. What am I?

I hold your steps together each day, or speak of budgets stretched to fray. Pulled through holes, I twist and brace what am I you tie in place?

I’ll cook your food for you Just give me some time to do so based on what you want me to cook Do not put metal inside me Or bad things will happen

When your apparel is wet, I help them dry. I do not confine them, instead I let them enjoy the sky.

I can be carried on the wind As light as a thistle Or be blown to life For I am a