Answer:
You hold my tail while I fish for you. What am I?
You turn me over after you have travelled far.
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I hop around and deliver eggs at Easter.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk