Wednesday, 1 March 2023

Only standing lonely

 


Overgrown field,

hedges uncut,

rusty tractor where its engine finally stopped.

I stand arms outstretched.

No longer feared,

the birds offer no respect.

They land

then peck

at my straw hat.

My stuffing 

blows aimlessly

on the breeze.

 

No longer do they

fly away in fear,

in me they see

a handy rest stop.

Not a warning.

I may as well stand transparent,

because it's become very apparent

that I make a lousy deterrent.

Though It's nice to have

a little company.

The farmer left years ago,

the place is overgrown.

Not the place of beauty

that the farmer 

once ploughed through.

 

My old sweater 

has seen better days,

the threads all split, tangled and frayed.

My hair a mess,

patches of mouldy hay,

and my arms ache

from standing in this way.

No purpose 

now the farm 

is out of service,

Neither use nor ornament

just an unemployed scarecrow.

Only standing lonely

and around me

the long grass does grow.

 

 

 

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