Riddle of the day

Eater of summer promise,
home of all the earth's crawling things,
and yet some do tend me,
and turn me in my bed.

Riddle of the day:

Having spent a week creating kennings and riddles with the kids at Wallasey School, I am obviously in that mode now. As I was coming back from the shops today I came up with a new riddle; I'll probably rework it to rhyme at some point, but here it is:

I saw a green field, eight feet below the ground,
on it people of all races,
doomed to fight or to be swallowed whole.


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