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