standing watch
the children stitched me together
with love and enthusiasm
dreamed up of ways
of making me beautiful
despite my mean intentions
with imagination my rigid body
became larger than life
filled with natural fibers
grown from the ground
surrounding their home
though i was unable to stroll
along fields of grain
that seemed to never end
I alone stood watch
and marveled at the way
they forever loved me
november two thousand twelve
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beautiful…
thank you very much
well written
thank you so much 🙂
A scarecrow? Lovely!
Scarecrow indeed, Anne. Thank you for visiting here again. JW