the earth is quiet
as silent as the tomb
crows gaggle on a wire
against a harvest moon
it seems a thin place
where I am standing
as if; time
were standing still
I count the crows decending
bound to have there fill
I know the dawn
will chase the darkness
Will the scarecrow
shoo the crows
their is sweetness
in this dreaming
and perhaps
the scarecrow knows
in you're soul
you find contentment
when your busy
counting crows
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Author:
willyweed (
Offline) - Published: July 3rd, 2016 10:28
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Hi ww...I have never counted crows that's for sure, they scare me...I love birds and have quite few feeding stations in my garden..
but have a fear of crows for some reason....maybe the scarecrow knows why......
( the earth is 'quiet ? ) Great read and good imagery and I love the last two couplets makes for a great ending.....
Bravo my friend...Smiles ...Dee
its a good thing your reading these, I know I should try spell check, But I guess I sometimes get ahead of myself and drift into the stories. anyway glad you liked it and thank you, your very kind.
ww
Being a pedantic soul, the wrong you're and their annoyed me.
Now that's been said, I enjoy the imagery and sentiment in this piece. I'd love it to be a little longer. That's always a good thing.
nothing wrong with perfection for perfectionist's I suppose. I do appreciate you Thomas and I thank you for reading and commenting, and yes longer is better but some people won't read longer? dammed if you do, dammed if you don't. anyway happy 4th. ww
I'm one of the despised, defeated British mate so it's a happy independence day to you.
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