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For Honor
Contributed by
Capian
on
Sunday, 18th July 2010 @ 06:39:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
FriendshipPoetry
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Standing silently in a field of dreams
The farmer places his hopes on my thin shoulders.
I hear the rustle through the barley as I come to life
The cool breeze is refreshing against my rough skin.
From pillar to my post that is my entire domain
Trespassers you will tread with care.
From the air and across the land I stand before them
For pride, for honor, for the glory.
The farmer looks out his window smiling with admiration
My creator, my designer, my only friend.
The nights are cold alone in this field of his dreams
I dream of the warm, of a family, of things I shall never know.
These torn pants, crooked hat, my goddamn loose buttons
What heart, what brain, what bones, they do not exist!
I stand proud but knowingly I stand positioned to menace to scare
I stand as a constant reminder,
You put your hopes on hold for those you care for
I am your trusty scarecrow.
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Capian
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2010-07-18 06:39:12] (Date/Time posted on
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