A key on a string, The wind in the reeds, Sticks to the skin, The spitting of seeds Counted together, Sum of its parts, Subtly guiding the mind, But a yoke to the heart

Add this to make your greatest enemy. His grandfather and two uncles were SEC and NFL stars; he seems to be following their path. Perhaps American football will build one to honor the family’s achievements.

I twist, I turn, I grip with might, I can twist a bolt or at hearts with plight.

Bunnies that build up when time flies. Ashes to ashes, change my first to R, I eat metal.

High walls may fail and iron gates may bend, yet I keep the rain from the wounded and the weary. I stand above kings and beggars alike, silent in triumph, silent in ruin. When fire takes me, a hall becomes a grave of ashes; when I hold fast, a home endures. What am I?