Stone Scarecrow
Stoic sentries mourn the scarecrow’s plight
entombed within a world slow turned to stone
yet instinct will demand they soon take flight
into a distant loneliness they’ve known.
Bent trees will sing the hymns of his demise
iced winds consume his breathless final sighs.
©9/29/2019
Make IT Six Poetry Contest
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Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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