Answer:
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?