Without a castle I’d be a pond. Without following my path you’d surely come to harm. With walls and water I guard the way, with many watchmen keeping intruders at bay.

The preffered place for those entertainers who need to stick the perfect landing.

I’m sometimes red I’m sometimes blue I’m sometimes black But you see me everyday What am I?

I’m a container, but if you reverse me, I talk a lot about nothing.

I stand in place, firm and tall, sometimes a fence, or a wall. I keep apart what shouldn’t meet, yet let the cautious pass discrete.