Scarecrow
By p._anara
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Scarecrow
Standing supreme, on his one wooden leg,
so cynical in his silence
Casting a secretive, solitary shadow,
creating an air of contempt,
Attacked by inevitable, threatening storms,
arrows of rain leave no scars,
Resisting these rioting rigours of rage,
repelling the winds scimitars.
Endurance endorsed with no just reward,
escape an impossible option,
Caressed by the cool breeze of early dawns
confidence, bathed in contention.
Ruling these rank and file furrows,
richly sown fertile tilled soil,
Owing no debt to his unknown creator,
obeying no man, yet still loyal.
Weathered armed stretched to serve and protect,
watching and waiting, immune,
Steadfast this scarecrow is just an unlisted
soldier of his own misfortune.
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