Answer:
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
I'm white, I'm round, but not always around. Sometimes you see me, sometimes you don't.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?