Answer:
I come in variety of colors and am found almost year round. My house is tall and my only fear is the cold. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
I am in the middle of water but am not an island.
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.