Answer:
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.