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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

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Date: 9/27/2022 7:43:00 PM
Such a visual poem, John. And the vision is perfectly captured, methinks. ~ On a windswept Kansas plain in the 1930's
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Date: 9/26/2022 7:56:00 AM
Nicely written John, I appreciate its cleverness from you. Great theme. Blessings...
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Date: 9/26/2022 4:26:00 PM
Thanks Michael, it's a sad commentary on the plight of the American farmers
Date: 9/26/2022 6:08:00 AM
Wow , so descriptive. Well written John :)
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Date: 9/26/2022 4:25:00 PM
Thanks Heidi, just reflecting on the current situation with America's farmers and farm lands.