Answer:
In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.