The Scarecrow Trembled
He sat before a twisted wooden cross
whispering to an empty wind:
“It’s gone.” Dad
“the dream”
“it’s gone.”
“The earth is tired”
“tired as you used to get”
“and the sun”….
“even the sun
seems less forgiving.”
An old barn door rattled
its scrawny cat stalking
a passing noise.
A dust cloud drove
up the dirt road.
As he turned to leave
the scarecrow trembled
in an unknown darkness.
John G. Lawless
©9/26/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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