Beneath His WatchA Poem by icelandicblue
Would the scarecrow climb down from his perch,
his job done and the fields fallow, the promise of a harvest satisfied as the roughened hands of the season gently lay him down upon the plant stubble, bewitched he watches the white thumbprint clouds glide slowly over his loose supine body from an angle most unique, and he sleeps, until the loam is plowed and turned and the earth tosses off her frosted frock and awakens the scarecrow who will arise once more taking his strategic post protecting the fragility of the life beneath his watch. © 2013 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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Added on November 22, 2013Last Updated on November 22, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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