I am a strip of satin fabric tied into a pretty bow, A colorful award to show who won a county show. A decoration wrapped around a birthday box or tree, And curls of plastic trim used on a gift for you to see. What am I?

I’m where your fingers meet and your lifelines run, I’ve helped you hold things since your life had begun.

I hang from the roof without a single nail, Growing longer and sharper in the icy gale. I sparkle in the winter sun, a frozen spear of glass, Just wait until the spring arrives, and watch me melt and pass.

I rise above the fields, but I’m no mountain tall, With a crown at the top, I overlook it all. Climb up my sides and the view will unfold What am I, standing proud on a ....?

Gothic gave me a pose, monsters gave me a mob. I throw straw overhead, yet farming is my job.