Matthew Pratt

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  • John Hancock (11/20/2011 1:15:00 PM)

    Wow what a powerful poem you have written the imagery is truly heart felt well done

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To Mount A Scarecrow

It was a sunlit autumn, dying
Foliage was not raked for days,
Bark was gnawn at, soup was tasteless,
Scarecrows had been lumbered away

Amidst the harvest, thriven and orange
Did there hang, a scarecrow, stark
Though this one, not in effigy

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