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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
Joseph May – sponsor
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Date: 10/4/2019 4:05:00 AM
Congrats on your win and blessings
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Date: 10/4/2019 1:39:00 AM
Congratulations on your win :)
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Date: 10/3/2019 9:46:00 PM
Great write and win John, Congrats..
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Date: 9/29/2019 12:14:00 PM
Hauntingly lovely
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Date: 9/29/2019 10:09:00 AM
This is a great poem. I liked it and wish you well in the contest. Bless you
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Date: 9/29/2019 9:38:00 AM
Well written John! Great one :)
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