Scarecrow - Poem by Melanie Emikohe
A reaper builds a scarecrow
to thrust the beaks yonder,
to spare what's eked to gather,
all through this moody weather.
Every man makes a scarecrow,
in assorted shemes there are;
inside those howls and scowls
is another frail boy, weather-beaten.
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