Answer:
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes; I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I have a small hill with seven holes. What am I?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
I am the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen canned processed or in any other form but fresh.
People make me, save me, change me, and raise me. What am I?
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