Answer:
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I can only be played on a windy day