Saturday, March 23, 2024

The Lonely Scarecrow Comments

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In fields of gold, where winds doth blow,
Stands a scarecrow, with head held low.
His frame of straw, his eyes of glass,
Guarding crops as seasons pass.
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Mervyn Graham
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Anil Kumar Panda 23 March 2024

Such a heart touching poem. Beautiful flow and rhyming. Great share. Thanks.

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Mervyn Graham 07 April 2024

Thanks Anil

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