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Forgotten Scarecrow
Contributed by
Cole_Crowe
on
Tuesday, 15th November 2011 @ 04:11:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Forgotten Scarecrow
Do I scare you?
Do you fear me?
I am harmless really.
Don't judge this book by it's tattered cover.
It looks well used I know.
My pages are stiff and yellowed,
a picture of an old treasure map,
left by a daring but dying buccaneer
to direct you to your unknown fortune.
My stem is cracked and worn
the threads hang loosely,
they have given up the work
they were intended for long ago.
The threads of my stem give up their work so easily,
like so many weak characters,
seeking escape from the rigors of responsibility
to the devotions of successful pioneers.
I am frayed like the scarecrow.
I've been sewn like the fields.
My work has a singular purpose.
The wings of the magpie will never brush my face.
I've been betrayed by my constitution
but my message has not been abandoned,
like the hopes of the ignorants,
who've been sold down the river.
The river feeds the waving crops,
they blow in the soft wind
and caress my soul, my cheek
like Juliet did a fallen Romeo.
Dead on the outside,
inside a spirit of devout purpose,
but wearing the macabre face
of a loyal and forgotten scarecrow.
Copyright ©
Cole_Crowe
... [
2011-11-15 04:11:18] (Date/Time posted on
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