Answer:
As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
A type of hammer that brings a room to order.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
If you can spot one of these eastern warriors, it means they're not doing their job right.