Wow, I didn't know this forum was still going on.
In that case here's another poem I wrote (the other is on page 4)
The Scarecrow
Oh Scarecrow, Scarecrow! You false prophet,
Crucified at harvest moon each year
You saw earth?s bounty turned to profit
A terrible truth must lie within
The scarecrow stiffens; it won?t last long
The threshold is met, the time has set
Thus he sang his thistle throated song
?My brave brother you must beware
You know not the profound power
Which permeates within the air
What does the drunken sword devour
Under the beast?s eternal stare?
It dwells in the watchman?s tower
Beguiled by a selfish prayer
Beneath my feet; see this flower
It has died for a lack of care
Look how it wilts with each hour
Wasting away, still unaware?
The scarecrow trembles and grows silent
But a wind weaves through his weakened frame
He starts laughing; a laugh so violent
It shakes the shafts that kept him lame
?See that locust atop this post
He gathers up these worthless grains
And feeds upon its withered host
To scatter round what still remains!
The one who was once honored most
Had grown neurotic from his pains
They left him to wander about the coast
Defenseless against the tempest rains
Come down and sit here on the dust
It envelops all in our domain
Do not turn away and feign disgust
Here lies the sacred and profane
Our energy is eternal
It can no longer be withheld
A movement of the internal
Breaks away to be expelled
In that case here's another poem I wrote (the other is on page 4)
The Scarecrow
Oh Scarecrow, Scarecrow! You false prophet,
Crucified at harvest moon each year
You saw earth?s bounty turned to profit
A terrible truth must lie within
The scarecrow stiffens; it won?t last long
The threshold is met, the time has set
Thus he sang his thistle throated song
?My brave brother you must beware
You know not the profound power
Which permeates within the air
What does the drunken sword devour
Under the beast?s eternal stare?
It dwells in the watchman?s tower
Beguiled by a selfish prayer
Beneath my feet; see this flower
It has died for a lack of care
Look how it wilts with each hour
Wasting away, still unaware?
The scarecrow trembles and grows silent
But a wind weaves through his weakened frame
He starts laughing; a laugh so violent
It shakes the shafts that kept him lame
?See that locust atop this post
He gathers up these worthless grains
And feeds upon its withered host
To scatter round what still remains!
The one who was once honored most
Had grown neurotic from his pains
They left him to wander about the coast
Defenseless against the tempest rains
Come down and sit here on the dust
It envelops all in our domain
Do not turn away and feign disgust
Here lies the sacred and profane
Our energy is eternal
It can no longer be withheld
A movement of the internal
Breaks away to be expelled
its a smiley face.
